"Tough or not, I would have felt bad if you had fallen on account of my attempt at modesty." At least with all this other stuff to focus on, Rauko can try and regain some sense of control over her situation. Granted, all she can do is suppress the panic at the moment... she can still feel it bubbling over in the back of her mind, ready to burst out and send her screaming into the night at the slightest provocation. "And a pot of hot tea to the nose is enough to hurt, tough or not."<br/><br/>With a groan, the infiltrator picks up the prostitute's robes on the bed, and starts flipping the cloth this way and that while she tries to figure out how to keep everything in that should be in, and out that should be out.<br/><br/>"Hmph. This is simple, you say... I'd hate to see the complicated version." For someone who is used to wearing tunics and breeches and rough-spun cloth, the elaborate greens and purples of the Brothel may as well be spider's web. She's just that stuck.<br/><br/>But she gives it her best go, wrapping the cloth loosely around her form before turning to the red-headed girl and holding out the sash. Now it's her turn to blush.<br/><br/>"How... how do you keep everything from, you know, spilling?"