Dancer took the collar, then laughed bitterly as she looked at it.<br/><strong><br/>"A collar...well, I suppose it's appropriate. One shouldn't have one's bitch out without something to mark her owner. Is there a leash that goes with it?"</strong>Without waiting for a reply, she slipped the collar around her neck and quickly attuned it, then manifested luminous clothing of green and gold. She wore long loose-cut breeches, a tabard marked with King Pride's sigil, and a billowing greatcoat that clasped together over her breasts then flared out, allowing her ample freedom of movement.<br/><br/>She tugged at the collar, annoyed, then sighed and nodded her head.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm ready to see the king, now."</strong>