-Chang, in his chambers, getting dressed for the day-<br/><br/>Chang had been up since well before sunrise. It was his nature, his pattern, his internal clock that spurred him to action when the time was right. Even now he twisted the key into a winding mechanism located on a belt that hung atop a dressing mannequin.  he was standing before the faux torso, slowly adjusting the straps that resembled suspenders and a belt, an item worn under shirt and jacket alike.<br/><br/>His outfit for the morning had been loose silk pants and a Mandarin style jacket that was left unbuttoned showing the pale flesh beneath. He was toned more so than a blocky muscular form. Simple definition instead of meat atop bones.  The jacket moved as he turned, making the final adjustments to the leather straps of the harness. The Pleasure Dome was his, his temple, his world, but he was not one to come unprepared even in his own realm.<br/><br/>He looked about the room, items left displayed in closets with the doors open. The almost ceremonial look of the dressing chamber was not an unaccustomed sight to him, he welcomed this space, this sanctum within the greater sanctuary provided by the Pleasure Dome. Chang decided on what to wear, selecting custom fit trousers, a dress shirt and emerald Cravat. A matching waistcoat and dark jacket with tails to match. The clothing was well constructed, sturdy and designed to his specifications, items that he could not find he would have fashioned himself, or contracted for in various manners.<br/><br/>With his uniform selected he began the process that would ready himself for the public.