The representative of the guards, a man who looks like he might be in his late twenties under his helmet, is quick to rebut your point. Your fearsome and erotic display leaves the ignorant mortals around you more confused than anything else as they inwardly try to determine whether you're sincerely trying to intimidate or arouse them.<strong>"We don't care if you're Asmodeus, himself. You're not on the guest list and you're <em>not</em> dressed for this event."</strong>The human does have one point, at least. In all your excitement, you left every scrap of clothing you owned back with those demonified half-elves.