Over on the right, a brown hoof pulled back the dressing-room curtain, and the corporal stepped out wearing the latest selection. It was a fairly simple number in gold satin, with a little bit of ruching at the back, a waistband, and then considerable ruching at the front to give it some texture and a nice dark/light sheen as she moved around. Honour stepped up onto the podium and looked herself over in the mirrors. She didn’t look thrilled. Not that she'd probably show it if she were, but to be honest, Lily wasn't particularly excited about it either. It worked, but, again, it didn’t quite seem special enough.