Hema's smile widened as Mab kissed her cheek.  "I'm glad.  This city is a dirty little place.  Give me a moment to dress and I will come with you."<br/><br/>She headed towards her bedroom, tossing off her robe and pulling on clothes as quickly as she could.  She didn't bother with the corsetry and other heavy garments, just settling for the gown she could put on the quickest.  She had a number of psuedo-eastern garments that lended themselves to her stage persona.  They set her apart from the drab and properly dressed matrons of Dublin.  She pulled her hair up and held it in place with jeweled combs.  It took her only a few minutes and she emerged.  "May I take your arm?"  She said to Mab.