The maid shook her head, but with a simple wave of her hand the briefing was over. And of course, Ira was waved over to escort Amber from the room- maybe not carrying her, but that big panzer arm certainly helped to move her up and through the door again.<br/><br/>As soon as the door was closed, the Ork looked the stripper in the eye.<br/><br/>"You are sure of your plan, I think... but can you really convince the sisters that you are the real thing? And how does your story get you in to confidence of either twin?"<br/><br/>There wasn't really doubt in the Ork's voice; it was more like curiosity as she opened the door to the green room and led Amber back to a locked chest. All the more expensive clothing and jewelry was, of course, kept secure for the few situations where the Maid felt that she could trust a girl to not run off with it- and now it was all for Amber's pick. And from the look of it, the Maid had a queen's wardrobe on command- everything from gold thread to real pearls and ruby necklaces, bought with the money of so many clients over the years.<br/><br/>"I do not know if we have any dresses from the Kingdom... but you may find something that fits, I think."