Emma eyed Syrisa as she changed. She couldn't help but pout at two reasons...one, she loved seeing Syrisa naked...and two, her dress was less revealing than the one that was conjured onto her. How was that fair!? It was almost something she was about ready to pull up when the mage came up and started messing with her hair and began talking to her, teasing her. That was enough to get the mind off of the complaints for a bit.<br/><br/>She grinned as she looked down at the red head and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist. The hands going low enough to start fondling with her butt cheeks playfully. She leaned her head down to rest her forehead against Syrisa's. She held onto the mage tightly as she said,"It doesn't really matter to me...just don't make it too outrageous, alright? Maybe just a...touch up?, maybe?"<br/><br/>Despite trying to sound optimistic, she was second guessing her abilities to try and mingle in a...'civilized' event. It might be harder than she thought...she felt so out of place not wearing armor...or pants. But, she was willing to try.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>