A jolt of panic hit the princess when the sound of voices first drifted into her delicate, pointed ears, but she forced herself to calm down when she realized it was highly unlikely to be cultists. Of course...she didn't exactly look like a traveler at the moment. There wasn't a lot she could do to make her mismatched outfit look like traveling gear, but with a bit of work perhaps she could at least make it less obvious she'd grabbed the first things she'd seen on several random clotheslines.<br/><br/>Kneeling by the side of the road, she pulled the corset out of her little sack and wriggled into it, carefully folding and tucking the oversized tunic before tugging the corset's laces tighter. It exposed far more of her chest then she would have liked, and in conjunction with the scandalously short skirt she was worried it would give a very specific Wrong Impression, but her only other option was wearing nothing at all.<br/><br/>After swapping the sturdy by unfashionable work boots for the more stylish pair with the low heels and trying (but failing) to tug the skirt down a little lower she continued down the road towards the mystery camp.