Naturally. Don't be so quick to judge my taste, I think it'll look quite fetching on you.

[ Once he's wrapped his little pet in the towel to keep warm, Childe will leave the man alone to dry his hair. He makes his way back to the larger area of his chambers, moving over to where he'd laid out the scraps of fabric and other embellishments and unfolding them so that the foreigner can get a good look at the outfit he'll be wearing.

It is, essentially, several assortments of very thin cloth pieced together just enough to cover the extremities - on a woman. For a man there might be some bulging, but it's generous and stretchable enough that one would be able to hide everything if they really strained not to move.

Childe presents this to the foreigner whenever he deigns to come out of the bathroom, a pleased smile spreading across his face. Behind him the cold, angry winds of the Snezhnayan climate continues on, but the sky seems to darken with the onset of night. ]

If you're feeling particularly shy, my lovely Zolotse, don't worry; I don't plan on having you leave my chambers any time soon.