Dawn felt her tension easing as Lyra soothed her and touched her shoulder, offering silent reassurance, their eyes meeting in the mirror before the princess turned to face her handmaiden. The blond hugged her friend and then pulled away to think, trailing toward the large walk through closet that was attached to the room, worrying her lower lip as she thought about what Lyranna had said.<br/><br/>"Not so innocent...black wouldn't look good with my coloring, at least not stark black." she mused outloud, her hands tugging open a drawer that held undergarments of all designs and colors a young woman could want. Splashes of pink and orange and yellow, the latter two making her wrinkle her nose, she would never wear canary yellow nor true orange, depths of black, crimson, hunter and navy, her hands danced over the satin and lace and silk garments. What colors were particular to the slaugh? Gray, the color of between.<br/><br/>It took a bit of searching but she plucked out a pair of dove gray panties, accented with the deepest shade of navy, nearly black. The material was sheer, teasing at showing skin, silky to the touch as well thankfully. It was a bikini thong cut, one that was both modest in the front and playful in the back, a narrow band of the navy running along the top of it and gathered ruffles just above to tickle at her stomach. A bow sat at the midpoint, below where her navel would be and she turned to flash both the underwear and a smile at her friend. "Think these state that well enough? Not innocent, but not...without class. Edged like a present..." she laughed, rummaging to find the matching bra.