Emma smiled down at Syrisa before sighing,"Of course, I don't have anything to wear...and, by Human cultural, a woman wears a-," She shivered for a moment,"-a dress. Sadly, I don't have such a thing..."<br/><br/>She looked around the room and her brow twitched a bit. Just the thought of wearing a dress, putting on make-up, fixing her hair...by the Goddess that was her worst nightmare. She didn't know why, maybe it was her natural Amazonian instincts or the fact she's a warrior. Or her exiled mother had her raised in a town that was mostly of men and simple people. The idea of cosmetics and what not was foreign and alien...and not one that appealed to her.<br/><br/><i>The show and food might be fine...but the clothes and attire will be utter hell...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>