Tavir looked down. His ragged boots had been replaced. He now wore Sabre Cat Pumps : nine-inch heels with actual sabre cat teeth as the heel tips, purring softly with each step.
Tavir had come in his standard stealth archer gear—ancient shrouded cowl, ragged dark brotherhood tunic, boots that had seen every draugr crypt from here to High Hrothgar. He felt underdressed. Skyrim - TESV Nude Patch V0.2.7
“Always. ‘Fashion Crimes of Skyrim.’” The mannequin gestured with a jointed finger toward a mirror at the far end of the gallery. In the reflection, Tavir saw himself—but wearing The Gilded Dunmeri Cocktail Dress (glass armor reimagined as a clubbing outfit, complete with a Chaurus-silk clutch). He hadn’t put it on. The mirror had. Tavir looked down
The arrow passed through. The mirror didn’t break. It smiled . Tavir had come in his standard stealth archer