<em>Ouch. Oops.</em><br/><br/>Apparently, Arlen had miscalculated. It stung a bit that Aria wouldn't even look at her- she was kinda vain that way- but she knew that not everyone swung like she did. Usually she had pretty good gaydar, but it wasn't one hundred per cent accurate; apparently, she'd just fucked a duck and embarrassed the one thing she had passing for a friend here in Rabbitholeland.<br/><br/>Blushing herself a bit now, she let go and stepped back. "Uh...anyway. Thanks. And as soon as I can, I'll...you know. Pay you back." Quick as she could, she dropped the dress over her head and cinched the thin belt around her waist. It didn't take much- there wasn't much to the thing- but it felt good to be sort of covered. Warmer, without the twins popping out every third breath. And it smelled a whole hell of a lot better, though she'd still do many kinky things for a hot bath.<br/><br/>She had to admit, seeing the big redheaded badass all flustered was kind of cute. So maybe Arlen took a little more time adjusting herself in the dress than was totally needed. Just to give Aria a show.<br/><br/>Finally, she was done, and twirled in place and did a couple of high stage kicks. The thing stayed on, as much as it ever would. "OK. So...now what?  You said something about a tour?"