Shaking your head and turning away from the mirror, you begin to summon up another wardrobe, but stop yourself. Last time, you got into some pretty serious trouble by dressing the wrong way, so you may as well check in advance this time.
The sight that greets you on the other side of the door is quite impressive! Towering skyscrapers projecting detailed holograms into the night sky as noiseless rotorcraft soar through the air. Meanwhile the streets are packed with people in hot neon lycra and black trenchcoats, with green mohawks and spiky pink perms, and more sets of mirror shades than you've ever seen. Most people seem to be kitted out with either tiny wrist-mounted keyboards, or weird plugs in their temples, and everyone is carrying his or herself like a total badass. A fair number also seem to be staring your way, giving appreciative whistles-
Realizing you're letting a street full of people see you naked, you slam the door in embarrassment, waiting a good 10 minutes in the hope that nobody who saw will stick around. Then you summon up a wardrobe, thinking of the sort of fashion you saw on display.
Opening the doors, you find some thigh-hi boots, fingerless gloves, extra low cut black shorts that probably won't cover the accompanying red thong all the way, some sort of fishnet top with a tiny bra built in, and a silvery jacket that won't come close to reaching your navel or zipping up with how small it is. You consider taking another stab at this to get something less revealing, but you didn't exactly see any women wearing a three piece suit, so it is a good way to blend in. After pulling everything else on, you find a pair of shades which should at least leave your face less recognizable.
Waiting a few more minutes just to be safe, you take a deep breath and step through.