The halfling's eyes only widened at that. She wasn't a very powerful woman, no. Hells, she'd actually been knocked over by strong breezes before.<br/><br/>Well, the first test is always the hop test. The halfling got up on her toes, bouncing in place a few times. Hmm. She brought her arms closer to her chest, squeezing her firm breasts together. 'Triple pay.' She thought with a smile, 'All this'll be worth it. Just two weeks and I'll be able to get a<em>real</em>job out of this town.'<br/><br/>She smiled in approval, giving Grishka a wave before she disappeared into the mirrored room again to change. ...Those damn laces again. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, the last time she had armor that laced up in the front was a<em>disaster.</em>It may as well have been a giant window to her cleavage, although at least that way the drunkards wouldn't grab onto the strings when she wasn't looking and wait for her to walk away to loosen the thing.<br/><br/>Viloet let them lay as they were for the time being and began to fold the uniform up in something easy to carry. ...Sort of. She wasn't very good at folding laundry, but at least it was compact. She picked up the pile of clothes, with the boots laid atop, and backed out of the changing room. With a smile, she and Grishka would be back off to the manor.