<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla frowned at Lucian’s statement in regards to clothing. Her and her brother had spent half of their schooling perfecting the identical twins act, so even though they were going up against an entire guild of people trained to notice subtle nuances, she felt pretty good about their odds. She wasn’t unrealistic of course, but they’d been practicing this for years. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Oooor we could both go as men…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said hopefully.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi shook his head at his sister.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “As much as i hate to admit it, Lucian has a point. You’re shorter than me, something we can correct with different sized heels, which would need to be hidden beneath a long skirt. And it's easier to stuff a corset to give me the appearance of breasts than to bind yours.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he pressed his lips together almost sheepishly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“And it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve spent the day in high heels.”</span>