Skizzor Girl

It didn't take long in her new location for Skizzor Girl to figure out why she'd been dropped there. The first clue was the girls themselves – pale, listless, confused, and wandering down the sidewalks as though dazed. As she walked among them, she began to see details out of place on the clothes – the neckline a little too skewed on one's blouse, the hemline of another's skirt simultaneously too long and too short. By the third block, snippets of conversation began to bleed through, catching her attention from all sides.
"I know it's sort of outrageous but it's soooo in right now…"
"You're going to have to pay the light bill. Hey, don't blame me – I needed this skirt, everyone's getting one. It was totally worth it!"
Clutching her Government Manual for New Fashionistas to her chest, she wondered just what was going on. She was already a fashionista after all – so where was the twist?
Turning the corner, she found her answer. A large building with windows all along its face stood in front of her, offering a view of an open room full of mannequins wearing clothes like the ones worn by the women all around her.
She quickly crossed the street, walking into the showroom and traversing the forest of mannequins until she reached the back, a knowing scowl passing over her face. "However did I guess it would be you behind this?"
Label Whore smirked up at her from behind the marble counter. "Because it makes good sense," he said. "Take their money, and convince them they need ridiculous things – and then send away overseas for the actual production, and then just sit on the money. Nothing could be simpler." He looked her up and down. "You'd look good in one of these ensembles, you know. Much more fashionable, at least."
She shook her head. "I can out-fashion you any day, and you know it, and for much less."
"Not in this dimension," he said, smirking at her. "Never, in this dimension."
"I think you're wrong," she said, matching his smirk with her own as she produced her chief tool, the blades glinting in the showroom lights. "And I have just the scissors to prove it."