The clothes were uncomfortable.  Vadya had never understood why women put themselves in torture chambers just to look nice.  She had struggled for at least thirty minutes getting the corset on alone.  She was sure she probably hadn't laced it properly, but since she couldn't breathe and it make her breasts look fantastic she figured she had done a well enough job.  Then there was the bloomers and two petticoats.  For all the undergarments that went with this way of dressing Vadya could have made several tunics to swap through.<br/><br/>Two separate dresses had been brought to her as well.  One a sky blue with delicate silver and gold stitching depicting roses and lilies along the skirt.  It had a scooped neckline to make use of the corsets 'enhancements'.  The other was crimson with gold trim and delicate lace.  It had a high neck with small carved buttons decorating the bust line.  Vadya decided to go with the blue.<br/><br/>So when she finally turned up in the captain's quarters she was looking a far cry from how they had found her.  She had brushed her hair and pulled her long bangs back into a small ponytail to keep them out of her eyes.  She still lacked for make up but she wasn't an unpretty woman to begin with.  The one thing she had opted out of was the stiff high heeled boots they and brought in, but with the long skirt of the dress her feet weren't visible anyway.<br/><br/>Despite being having a sudden sophistication to him now Vadya still found Marcos to be a prickly thorn in her side.  Curtly she introduced herself, "Vadya.  My name is Vadya.  Just Vadya."  She broke her gaze away from his and looked at the table and its lavish content.  Her stomach growled audibly and she put a hand to her middle.  "So, Marcos," she said his first name tartly in a show of defiance about making him her superior, "care to enlighten me on why exactly I'm..here?"