Rauko grimaces a bit at the woman's response to her request, but she nods nonetheless. Almost anything would be more discrete than her current garb, and there's the whole "beggars can't be choosers" aspect to the situation. She'll just have to trust in the madame's ability to pick something out that won't make her feel like a complete and total showpiece.<br/><br/>"I'll... trust your judgment." The infiltrator sighs, but the sight of the private room is enough to chase away any wardrobe doubts she might be having. A chance to sit and think in silence... and hopefully figure something out about this situation she's found herself in. In fact, she's already started by the time that the Rose's madame begins to explain the runes that power the room... and by the time the door closes, the infiltrator is already halfway out of the burned up tunic and trousers, savoring the magically cooled air against her skin.<br/><br/>The first and most important thing she needs to do is figure out what's happening. Seeing as the room is set up as an office, her first stop is to the bookshelf; if she's lucky, one of the books will have something about the Anathema, or about the strange mark that's currently glowing like a candle on her forehead.