Dominique gratefully accepted the clothes that Blythwin offered.  She threw the jacket back onto the chair, revealing her toned nude body.  It was easy to see how she was successful as a dancer, for she had the lithe grace of one.  She also had very little semblance of modesty, though what she had had manifested in the bar when her clothes were being torn off of her by drunken Imperials.<br/><br/>Dominique quickly put on the panties, leaving the bra as it wasn't the right size.  She slid the pants up her legs and then threw a tunic on over top of everything.  She was at least somewhat presentable now.<br/><br/>"So, what now, Lt. Topeck?  How's life?"  Dominique gave a small grin.  "Are you seeing anyone now?"