Alaedra decides she'll just take the outfit with her when she goes to get some fresh clothes, get it mended at a decent shop, and maybe the clothing will be salvagable. Slightly beat up clothing might work for some, but Alaedra is definately in the camp of prefering to look sharp and fit, not rough and ready.<br/><br/>Alaedra is laying on her bed, just idly stretching out her lean, athletic form, letting her hands and nimble fingers gently caress and rub her hairless body, when she hears the voice through the door.<br/><br/>Alaedra sits up and replies, shaking her long hair loose, "Yes, come in, and tell me, what oils do you have that I might make use of?"