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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Axel" data-source="post: 6189169" data-attributes="member: 93196">After her nap Mhairi took her time selecting clothes for the night.  They need to be practical, but eye catching.  And no plunging necklines or I can't wear armour underneath....hmmm....think I need to go see Michel the tailor again. Sometime later Mhairi returned wearing form hugging tight black leather pants and a long sleeved silky blouse that wasn't quite as revealing as her usual clothes.  Fastening her sword belt over, and putting her armoured shirt on beneath, she thought I wonder if the guys are going to turn up like they're going in to battle and wearing a hundred pounds of steel?  That'd be sooo like Ed.  And a dead giveaway.Later, on Silk Street, she smiled in greeting to the thugs and held a small package under her arm a little tighter - some of the woven fabric Michel had hidden out the back was suitablly...debacuched in its images for the jumped-up Emperor.  Mhairi had a loose fitting robe made from it as a gift...you never visited anyone that called themself an Emperor without a gift.  "Well, he could've just dropped in visit.  We do have tea in the house you know.  Are we not trusted to walk though the front door by ourselves?"</blockquote>