"In my interpreter beginnings, not all clothes settled well on my flesh," Melisson drolly explained, still paying close scrutiny to the camera. If Nyton took a shot, she wanted to flash a toothy grin in time. "I was more used to an integrated exoskeleton, then an endoskeleton and all its implied complications."
"My followers supplied me with samples to aid in my quest to adopt a yamataian guise. One of their offerings was a captured freighter with lingerie for cargo, amongst other things. There was a set of dresses that settled more comfortably over my dermal layer, and since there was a full rack of them I chose them. After awhile, it became an habit and part of my recognizable identity."
"Shoes, by contrast, never seemed useful in the environments I dwelled in. They were kind of clunky to move around in the first place - especially the high heels - and the slime and moisture made my footing more slippery. With barefeet, I've a better sense of my own balance and a more familiar sense of traction."
"You did see me wear something different that time at Pisces - elven clothing. Ample mantle, with a hood, and these soft shoes you call 'moccasins'. Heavier and stiffling, but they're more useful to avoid sunburn, and move about more discreetly."