Skyrim - Tesv Nude Patch V0.2.7 Guide

Tavir had come in his standard stealth archer gear—ancient shrouded cowl, ragged dark brotherhood tunic, boots that had seen every draugr crypt from here to High Hrothgar. He felt underdressed.

“First rule of V0.2.7,” said the mannequin. “You can’t kill what’s already fashionable.”

“The patch added physics,” the mannequin said. “Hair, capes, the works. But it also added desire . Walk out that door wearing what you’re wearing now? The guards won’t recognize you. Nazeem will compliment you. And Delphine—” A pause for effect. “—will ask you to dance at the Thalmor embassy ball.” Skyrim - TESV Nude Patch V0.2.7

“There’s a quest?” Tavir’s hand drifted toward his bound bow.

“I just came to fix the lighting glitch in Bleak Falls Barrow,” he whispered. Tavir had come in his standard stealth archer

“Always. ‘Fashion Crimes of Skyrim.’” The mannequin gestured with a jointed finger toward a mirror at the far end of the gallery. In the reflection, Tavir saw himself—but wearing The Gilded Dunmeri Cocktail Dress (glass armor reimagined as a clubbing outfit, complete with a Chaurus-silk clutch). He hadn’t put it on. The mirror had.

Inside, the air smelled of tundra cotton and distilled moon sugar. Floating mannequins pirouetted in slow circles, each wearing outfits that should have crashed the game. The Violet Nightshade Ensemble : Forsworn leather stitched into a ballroom gown, the cleavage lined with bleeding nightshade blooms that never wilted. The Dragonscale Frock : smithed from Alduin’s own discarded scales (the description claimed), tailored to flare like a war skirt over steel-toed heeled boots. “You can’t kill what’s already fashionable

Tavir looked down. His ragged boots had been replaced. He now wore Sabre Cat Pumps : nine-inch heels with actual sabre cat teeth as the heel tips, purring softly with each step.