(Oh ok good....just ping me st some point during the meeting, let me know what's up , and Nico will happily storm the place :p)

Remilia snickered quietly.
"I'll make sure to reserve a spot. No one would notice, right?" She was laughing just as hard until she opened the door, cutting her laugh off and going to a completely stoic face. It was amazing how fast her expression changed.
"Remilia Blackwood. I am here for my dress, and my-" She glanced at Ahelissa, and she said her next words through her teeth. "Slave's dress."
Another lady pulled out a red and gold dress, displaying it to Remilia. She nodded at it, and looked over to Ahelissa.
"You may pick out whatever pleases you."

Amias had a surprised expression as Riften hugged him, his worry washing away. He put a hand on his head to reassure him he wasn't al that upset.
"No, no, Riften it's okay." He laughed slightly. "I just thought I teased you too much. Really, it's alright."

Ahelissa managed to copy Remilia's serious expression (barely) and stepped over to one of the racks of hanging dresses and started to sift through them. Ahelissa was very picky about her clothing, so she barely glanced at most of the dresses. Too long, too low-cut, how am I supposed to wear that? Too rough, too frilly, OH MY GOODNESS I'M BLINDED THERE'S SO MANY COLORS. Finally, she came to one dress that caught her eye. It was simple, Celtic-style, her size, and loose enough to fit (more) comfortably. She held up the dress to Remilia. "How's this?"


The dress looks like this:

Lidia decided not to add that a few other slaves where joining aswell.


Riften looked up at him, resting his chin on his chest. His eyebrows were still knitted together out of worry. Riften let out a quiet sigh of relief."Still, Amias, I'm sorry, I shouldn't act so childish.", He retorted quietly. "I don't want to upset you."

Finaly noticing that he had been almost glaring the entier time he blink a few times to try and get a frientlier look with little success before turning back his attention toward his sister and Emrys.

Remilia went behind the divider in the seamstresses room, chair aging into the gown with a little help from the seamstresses. She hated every second of it, but she couldn't put the darn thing on by herself. She walked back out, smoothing the dress out before turning tin Ahelissa.
"It's acceptable. You can wear that one." She replied, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.

Amias felt his cheeks get a little warm as he looked down at Riften again. He smiled softly and hugged him a little.
"I think we've been adults for a little too long. I don't mind childishness. As for upsetting me, I'm not upset at all." He smiled some more, running his hands through Riften's hair. He liked how soft it was.

Emrys turned to Lidia, her expression a little hesitant.
"You invited... the duchess? Remilia Blackwood? She hates slaves... Are you sure about her invitation?" She asked, then looking to Averill.
"You look like your greatest enemy just walked through the door." She commented, a small smile on her face.

A slight flash of confusion went through his face and he sigh this time managing to calm himself down enough to look a bit less cold. " Told you i was bad a this... "