<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Lyradil stepped cautiously into the room, heels clicking on the floor.  She glanced about, her red hair swaying this way and that, her blue eyes curious.  "What a curious place."  Lyradil said.  "What is it normally used for?"<br/><br/>Her eyes lit with understanding as she spotted the different sets of clothing.  "Ah, I see."  She glanced at Bram, her lips quirking.  "And yes, it would likely be difficult to explain."  Her smile turned to a concerned frown.  "I... think it would be better if not many knew about my, ah, condition.  Although, I think the other students are beginning to wonder why I've been dressing like this."  With one hand, she gestured at herself, indicating the green dress, such as it was.<br/><br/>After another brief hesitation, Lyradil selected the shirt and trouser pair.  She rather suspected what the dress might look like; perhaps two articles of clothing might be different from the single pieces she'd worn thus far.  A few steps took her into the other room.  Shutting the door carefully behind her, she slid easily out of her green dress and boots.  Lyradil's eyes narrowed.  It almost seemed too easy to get out of her clothing.  The garments were tight, but slid off her body unhindered.  Curious.  The shirt and trousers slid on easily enough; Lyradil found herself fully covered for the first time in a while.  Until...<br/><br/>With a sigh, Lyradil opened the door, stepping back out, bare feet padding softly on the stone.  This shirt, surprisingly, had a high neck, and long sleeves.  But that was about all it had.  The hem had retreated, not only leaving her midriff and waist entirely bare, but came up to expose the lower halves of her generous breasts, the tightness of the shirt the only thing keeping her nipples covered.  It was even higher behind, a thin strap across her neck, leaving her back entirely bare.  Laces kept it closed in front, a hint of lovely flesh visible in the gaps, practically asking to be tugged and released, baring her.  The leggings rode low on her hips, and high enough in the legs that they could be considered completely bare.  They too had lacing, done very loosely in the front; a hand could easily be slipped in.<br/><br/>Lyradil gave Bran a wry smile, gesturing to herself with one hand, the other resting casually on her bared hip.  "The amulet seems creative."  She said, her tone dry.  "I wondered what it would do with such a simple outfit.  Now I know, I suppose."