Lucien looked over the selection picked out for him, his misgivings only growing with each new dress held over his frame.  The leg slit of the silver dress and the short skirted corset would give him plenty of mobility should a fight break out when their ruse was inevitably discovered.  However, his severe lack of anything resembling proper breasts made the exposed chest areas a bit of a giveaway.  Not that he was particularly thrilled about any of these choices.<br/><br/>Before he had a chance to even make a selection, however, Lucien was pulled onto a stool next to a large collection of make up supplies.  He scowled at Rauly, retorting, "<i>Her</i>enjoyment of this was never in question."<br/><br/>However, he sat as still as he could while make up was applied; blush, mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick, no stone was left unturned for the sake of accentuating Lucien's natural beauty until Felicia was finally satisfied and he was ushered into the changing room to try on the bright blue chinese dress.  Finally, the curtain opened and a vision of loveliness stepped out, the dress hugging his torso and cascading around his legs.  His hair was tied back in a messy bun, held in place with a pair of chopsticks.  His face, fully beautified with make up, was set in a disapproving scowl.<br/><br/>"Um...maybe give us a smile?" Felicia suggested.<br/><br/>Lucien sighed, figuring he was in it already, and his expression shifted to a pleasant smile.  Somehow, the amusement rolling off Bahamut was the most unbearable of all.