Leather pants and skirts replaced with form fitting cotton that was warm and just as black as her new eyes, her wild hair now a mixture of brown and coal black that she more often chose to tie behind her head with a strip of black satin than not, a heavy cloak draped over the singlet above her waist to complete the look. It was simple, it was functional, and above all else it was her own; a design and set that  she  had picked out, rather than taken second hand from her body’s former mistress.