{Margaret}
Margaret stared at herself in the mirror, smoothing down the front of her dress for probably the hundredth time. The purple silk clung to her curves just right. She wasn't wearing anything beneath it, naturally. She was well aware all it would do was get in the way.
"Huh..." She turned, put a leg out, turned again, and kept inspecting herself.
[Still got it?] She turned, examining her reflection critically. [Maybe? Probably?]
She sighed. It honestly felt odd wearing this sort of thing to actually go out. Normally, she only put this sort of outfit on when she wanted to spice things up with Melistair for a night.
[Gods, when did I get so nervous about this? It's just a party. Just a normal, casual party with my sister and several nobles... hehe.]
