Epaulet Esterre sauntered into the atrium, dressed like a carnival. His deep purple velvet robes were studded with crystalline jewels that were bewitched to twinkle like stars as he moved. His silk cravat was a gradient of sunset colours, from deep crimson down to purest yellow. He breezed jauntily past the security checkpoint without stopping; for why would he stop? Certainly everyone knows the genius courturier, Epaulet Esterre!