Picking out Honour’s dress, and the matching cape and fascinator, had taken the better part of three hours. Pulling the set delicately out of her saddle-bag, she removed the purchases from their paper boxes and laid them out on her bed to look them over. How Glamerspear had managed to get Honour to stuff herself into that tiny little scrap of red fabric, she honestly didn't know. It was the kind of thing a glittering pop star performing at a Los Pegasus casino in front of thousands of underage, whinnying fans would wear. 