"I have a gala on Friday," Leo said, feeling suddenly underdressed in his denim. "But it’s… not that kind of gala. It’s an underground masquerade." Jax’s eyes lit up. "Follow me to the back."

Should we focus the next part of the story on the itself or explore the high-tech features of Leo's new suit?

Leo pushed the heavy velvet-curtained door aside. Inside, the air smelled of expensive sandalwood and new leather. "Looking for a costume, or a new identity?" a voice purred.

"At Naughty , we believe fashion should be interactive," Jax explained, handing Leo a glass of dark, spiced amber liquid. "If you can’t dance, fight, or dominate a room in it, it’s just fabric."