<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/p7uOZ6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chevis the Chic<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“It is the year of the salmon!”</strong>Chevis declared to the fishermen and some notably more unsavory-types who were within earshot.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, maybe not the year, but definitely the month, the week.  Who am I to say??!  Fashion is my mistress and she is a fickle bitch!”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“It is definitely the… <em>time</em> of the salmon, though!”</strong><br/><br/>Inspiration had hit Chevis as he puzzled over a variety of dyes of pink, coral, and orange.  He had fretted wondering why salmon was such an elusive color for him to make.  He was far too attractive to have such a pedestrian problem… well, any problem, really.<br/><br/>That was when it hit him.  He had it all wrong;<em>everyone</em>had it all wrong.  Salmon was not supposed to be some boring drab color amidst all the other pretenders.<br/><br/>Salmon was special.  Salmon was zazzle.  Salmon needed to POP from each sole fortunate enough to adorn it.<br/><br/>“Allow me to demonstrate,” Chevis dramatically pulled his cape across his chest, as if there was any other adverb to pull one’s cape across their chest with.<strong>“Mo-DEL!”</strong>He cried out, leaving the latter syllable in a pitch so high that only the local dogs and youngest children could truly hear and appreciate his heavenly voice.<br/><br/>She stepped onto the docks and captivated every eye without a trout.<br/><br/>Chevis’ inspiration for the piece was undoubtedly the bustier.  She was truly a vision, whole salmon fish bound together by fishing net and form-fitting to her angelic skin.  The fish were aligned carefully in a vertical fashion, so that their still floundering and flipping tails formed a fashionably scalloped waist.  (Rest assured, no scallops were hurt during the making of this fine dress!)  Realizing that he needed color variation and support for the bust, Chevis had skillfully commissioned a resident oyster-shucker to clean, skin, and fillet two salmon, leaving their beautiful pink flesh visible.  The appropriately salmon-colored salmon fillets wrapped around and covered the model’s breasts in a show of Chevis’ divine inspiration.<br/>Even as some of the salmon still twitched and flittered in the tight-fitting net, the smell was… absolutely exquisite, and proof that Eros’ breath was truly with them in this world-changing moment.<br/><br/><strong>“I present to you… the start of my latest collection.  I call it, ‘Sofishtication!’”</strong><br/><br/>Chevis responded with a slightly tearful bow to all of the applause within his head.  He was quite certain there was even a greater show outwardly.<br/><br/><strong>“My dear friends at the dock, I, humble and radiant Chevis the Chic need your help!  I will get to work on the collection right away, however I will need as much support and willingness to band together, and abandon other projects.</strong>(He particularly encouraged abandoning the routine of mugging Chevis each time he wandered the docks.)<strong>Thiis way, we may have adequate fish for my upcoming fashion show.  In turn, my work will bring you customers and increased prosperity.  It will be a marvelous affair; I am sure in no time fish will be flying from the shelves as young and old will want my couture as their own!”</strong><br/><br/>Tapping his teeth once, Chevis reached into his pocket and quickly began waving a salmon-skin fan that he had fashioned just for this occasion.  (The beautiful scaly covering of his salmon bustier had to be put to some aesthetic use!  He was no monster!)<br/><br/><strong>“Come my model, we betta get to work!  We must not squander this opportunaty.”</strong><br/><br/>And with that, Chivis the Chic was off.<br/><br/>