"Don't doubt my tongue, my feathered beauty. It has many uses!" He took the coat out of its packaging, spreading it out as he began his pitch. "Let me set this scene. People see you, they already have labels." He moves in front of her for a second gesturing to her general appearance, energy driving every gesture as he pressed the back of his hand against his forehead and feigns boredom. "You walk down the street, eyes glance to you, but only for a second, a measly second, and even then they're looking over you. They see the wings, you're just a bird to them. Or a girl. Or person. Or just another faceless insect on the ground. You're not important and they don't care about making you feel important." His hand taps lightly against the side of the box, moving down with each tap. "Your life is always on a low altitude, you need some higher ground, ground a mountain that tickles the clouds can't give you."
Fingers come up, simulating wind as he stands on his toes to wiggle his fingers. "Because you're just part of the group, apart of the herd, just another random sheep." A gesture to himself with his average and bland design, at least, that's what he made it out to be before he held up one finger. "You're scenery and scenery gets pruned to be replaced with something better." He mockingly cuts the finger with a scissor gesture, letting out a distressed face as he pretends to mourn the bended finger. "You need to spread your wings and take a trip skyward, but the wind just ain't in you." He disappears behind her, coming up to her back, raising the coat. "But then this comes over you and you are taken, you are hugged by the warmth as this new life comes over your shoulder. Doesn't matter what came before, because you are coming up, you have gotten yourself some new wings." In his efforts to simulate a hug from behind, he used this opportunity to drape the coat over her, the big coat giving a nice amount of space for her wings when curled together. With the coat over her, his hands moved down under her arms, slowly moving the arms up.
"Oh yes, those feathers hold up the glow of the fabric and lift you, lift you HIGH. You're growing, you're moving, you're shining. The sun comes out just keep the people stunned, while moon only shines to give you a spotlight." He moves away, now jumping onto the box in front of her, squatting to dramatically gesture, symbolising the 'scene' by miming a flat trail of land. "This is the scene. You walk down the street, eyes look to you, wide and curious, overpowered by just a simple walk." He gets into character "One man gasps 'Who is that girl!?'-" Tyrian slaps himself in shock and horror. "-only to be slapped across the face by his neighbor. For that is no simple girl, you'd be a fool to think so, don't you see it? Those wings! Ah, yes, those wings. They catch one glare of those fancy feathers, only to find the light is overpowering." He leans forward, reaching for the front of the coat and slowly drawing it around her, letting her feel how warm and soft the material was. "When they see feathers, they don't see a bird, they don't a critter, they don't see someone they can look down upon."
Form his position, he looked up and spoke softly, his grin dripping with mirth as he laid on his punchline. His final pleasant imagery. "They see those wings and they drop to their knees in awe of an angel"