<strong>Carinne</strong><br/><br/>Continuing to smile, she nods, and speaks with the tailor after thanking him for the compliment. She notices the location of his hand, but for now, doesn't say anything. Brushing hair from her eyes from time to time, she stays at his side until the tailor pulls her away to start measurements. Shrugging off her outter gear and the shell of her suit, she's left in a rather small black top that hardly covered anything, and what almost looked to be a pair of shorts, small and tight. As the man started measuring here and there, she looks up, smiling.<br/><br/>"I think I'll get a dress... I don't own any..."