No sooner had the door closed to their room than Mera found herself taken off her feet and hurtled across the space, landing on the bed.  Good thing they'd asked for the best room, the bed was sturdy enough to safely accept her weight, since she had the good sense to drop most of her carried things mid-flight.  Soon enough, she landed on the bed and heard Yifa growling about the tightness of the dress.  She frowned, intensely, seeing her hike up the dress.<br/><br/>"<em>Prin-cess</em>!"  No sooner had she gotten back up than she had crossed the space and popped Yifa on the bottom.  "Behave yourself!"  And then she softened her voice.  "And if you are to complain, do it in a language that the people don't think you know."  A quiet pause for a moment.  "They wear it because that's what they wear from a very, very young age.  Self-control, and denial of pain and pleasure is drilled into their heads from day one.  And you are going to need to exhibit that same self-control if you're going to pass as one of them.  A girl from Sijan that squirms after a few minutes of walking in this is obviously not from Sijan."  She figured she might have something coming for this, but she was prepared to accept it.