Kael stared at his avatar in the dressing room mirror, a ghost of himself rendered in pixels and light. His usual look—the worn leather jacket, the scuffed boots, the easy smirk—felt like a cage.
And it felt more real than any race he had ever won. hidden outfit imvu
The grove was lush, purple-leaved trees swaying in a digital breeze. And there were others here. Two avatars sat on a mossy log: one in a flowing gown of autumn leaves, another in simple, scholarly robes. Kael stared at his avatar in the dressing