Walking into Alecti's room felt like opening a crypt. The air smelled stale, and there was a thick layer of dust on every surface. "Eugh." Emilia thought, glancing at the strange art pieces her brother had scattered around the room. "I know he liked 'high culture', but this is just... Weird."
Opening her brother's dresser, Emilia took out Alecti's finest looking suit. The pants were a loose fit, but it was nothing a belt couldn't fix. The shirt, however, was a problem- it wasn't meant for somebody with a chest as large as hers. Emilia struggled for a few moments, trying to get the shirt to button, but it was to no avail. "Gah!" she yelled out loud, ripping the shirt off and throwing it on the floor. "Why does my body have to be so perfect? Will nothing fit?"
Angry, Emilia began to tear through her brother's wardrobe once more. "Stupid Alecti and your stupid sense of fashion!" she thought as she picked up another suit and tossed it to the side. "Don't you have any loose fitting clothes?"
Finally, she found something- an old set of wizard's robes, complete with a pointy hat. Emilia frowned. "Where the fuck did he get these?" she asked nobody in particular. Still, they fit, so Emilia put them on. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting her new hat so the brim didn't fall over her eyes. She sighed. "I look fucking stupid." she thought, pouting. "But at least it doesn't smell awful."
"Now," she thought as she walked out of her brothers room. "Let's see if Qiosara came to her senses and prepared a bath. I refuse to sleep in my bed until my hair is clean."