[The clothes are pretty outlandish even by the standards of Wen Ning's day. He's very happy to abuse the enclosure's powers of illusion, and since nobody had to sew all those little stitches or dye all that silk and thread, he just ordered whatever he wanted, suiting the vision to Angel and not anyone's reality.]

The beauty of a generation.

[It'd be an eye-rolling cliche at home, but maybe Angel hasn't heard it before. He stands on tiptoe for a quick, light kiss on the cheek that doesn't risk any makeup.]

I mostly didn't ask for people. I think the ones the enclosure makes is a little creepy. But I thought you'd like to see the dancers, so I left them in?

[You're not expected to talk to performers, so that seems safe.]