"Excellent, I'll just change then, and see you about this time tomorrow." Alaedra says, smiling as she collects her new clothes.<br/><br/>Stepping back behind the curtain into the changing area, Alaedra tugs the ninja-suit top back off and promptly stuffs it into her haversack. First she pulls the leotard on, nodding slightly to herself at the feel of the material against her skin. The sheer panels of the material are almost provocative, just tinting the obsidian skin underneath between the heavier lines of the not-exactly-webbing pattern. Alaedra is definately pleased with the result, and the way the tight, sleeveless leotard conforms to her figure.<br/><br/>Alaedra then pulls the lighter of the two pairs of gloves on, and then onto the leggings. One by one she pulls them up her long legs, getting them snug to her feet and straightening them as best as possible. They do feel nice, the smooth material hugging her slender, athletic legs nicely.<br/><br/>Alaedra finishes by slipping the rest of her gear back on, belt around her waist, and cloak over her shoulders. She never did find shoes or boots, so Alaedra just puts her slippers back on for now. Maybe if she can think of some shoes she can get them tomorrow, but for now, she's done.<br/><br/>Stepping back out, Alaedra says to Surtur, and by default the sun elf should she still be there, "How do I look? And could you point me to a registration office?"