@vilnity
One would think the tiefling was doing an impression of a set of scales from how her hands moved...when one raised, the other lowered, her eyes flicking to the one that was held higher than the other at the time. Each hand grasped a clothing hanger, upon which a fine, purple-ish dress was displayed. They’d appear very similar on an initial glance, but of course a discerning eye like Jester’s could pick out the minute details. Ordinarily she’d just have one commissioned for this sort of occasion- especially since her mom did the same at times- but she wasn’t quite so well-off here as she was back home.
“Hey! Hey hey!” Without any of her friends nearby, she took the old, tried-and-true method of running up to the nearest person for their input. Both dresses were held out toward them, inquisitive eyes staring down from between them. “If you were to see a beautiful singer with the most gorgeous voice you’ve ever heard and probably ever will hear, which one of these dresses would tell you before she even opens her mouth something like ‘Oh, this lady is soooo beautiful, so classy, so talented, I already want to marry her before she’s even started singing’?”