Fanya took a few tentative steps into Loretta's suite and looked around. Sometimes if a person changed the arrangement or settled into a suite, you can tell their personality quirks from that. Fanya being very observant, just looked and took notes.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Actually, Loretta, it was two things, only one of which is related to our previous discussion.</span>" She took a few more steps in and held out the cloak in front of her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">To be perfectly honest, you are one of the few people I know that I can ask for help to put this on for me and wouldn't see it as an opportunity to feel me up...</span>" She grinned slyly as she thought to herself 'or rip me apart'. "<span style="color: purple">Not that I would normally reject it mind you, just that..... at this moment, it's the last thing I need...</span>" She added a caveat. "<span style="color: purple">... right now.</span>"<br/><br/>She offered the cloak to Loretta and indicated the rigid structure of the shoulder area and how a strap that would fit around the upper portion of her chest would support the weight of the cloak without any further places to button or snap into.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Would you mind?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>