The design of a costume depended on the clothes, makeup, and props.
To Li Ang, it was no different from the cosplay he'd seen before.
The more serious cosplayers prepared their own clothes and props, so the quality was clearly much higher than that of outfits bought off the rack.
Take those famous cosplayers with millions of followers, for example. Their makeup and costumes were convincing in every way.
Put simply, it all came down to money...
If you were willing to spend, you could get better clothes and props.
Even though his goddaughter was only doing this for fun, Li Ang didn't mind spending the money. Naturally, he bought the best.
He only hoped Poison Ivy could pull off one more big score. After that, they could make a career out of robbing the rich to help the poor.
After buying a pile of props and clothes for alterations, Li Ang drove them home.
Then they got to work.
Girls seemed to be naturally more nimble-fingered.
Especially when it came to tailoring. Kara watched a video and learned how to do it.
She didn't just learn the theory; her hands picked it up, too.
Ciri and Rachel were a little slower, but they caught on quickly.
If Li Ang had to do that sort of thing, he'd rather go cook a few more dishes.
By the afternoon, Kara had finished the first version of her own costume.
She changed into the Battle Suit and stood in front of the mirror, her small chest jutting out.
Supergirl's Battle Suit wasn't sexy at all. It just gave her a youthful look.
But Li Ang, the old father figure, still panicked.
"The skirt's too short! Why make it so short?"
Kara's long legs were almost completely exposed. No wonder later versions added