Getting out of the tub Ashala dried her hair and left it loose. She put on a robe and sat on the couch. Putting her legs up on the other cushion and stretching out to the full length of it. "Sigh, this sucks." Ashala got up from her couch, tossing the robe to the floor. The dock chief made her way to the closet changing into a halter top and a pair of shorts. Since she only had a pair of work boots she put those on too. 

Ashala left her mobile comms in the room. This was a day off and she didn't want to hear from anyone until tomorrow. It wasn't quite night yet so she decided to go see if the new T-1 was settling in. Ashala licked her whiskers. "No reason to be unkempt." She stopped by the store and got a bottle of water for her and since this was a terran, Ashala bought a pricey bottle of wine for the new t-1. As the Altenian understood terran customs, it was the thought that counted not the gift. Continuing to the lift and as per GTC protocol the chief requested control to access to Silvia's floor. Ashala never had a desire to see the big shots but she felt somehow this one warranted a special introduction. 

[b][u]Edited after approval[/u][/b]....
Control was given no special instructions to deny Ashala entry so the lift continued and the doors opened. The chiefs pupils grew slightly. Taking in the sheer luxury of the place this was so spacious its no wonder they barely left. The chief felt uncomfortable and deided to put the bottle on the closest table from the door. She made sure the note was attached. "Welcome from dock 6". The chief left quietly making sure to not disturb anything. 

As she entered the lift to return to the area she was more comfortable in she exhaled. returning to the comfortable familiarity of her surroundings she looked down and saw what she was wearing. normally this was fine. It invited the drunks to get a arm dislocated. The fact it was what she wore to see one of the big shots became a concern for her. The chief only had a few sets of clothes and never was a formal type. fur was the primary fashion to Altenians. to cover it was a curiosity. It was a part of them like terran hair fashions. The racial flaw began to show, perhaps it was time to see if there was a additional items she could wear for a formal occasion. A quart of milk would settle her nervousness. Her tail move to some slow song only it could hear. 

Again Ashala left her quarters to the market section of the tower. A place she only ordered from through the tower comm. The order was always the same, boots and a jumpsuit. Not this time. Still in her original garb the chief walked to a shop she had to stop and ask a terran woman for the location. She walked in the door and the scent was over whelming. Her ears went back as her eyes narrowed. "[color=fff79a]Is this, womans fashion, store[/color]?" 

"[color=fff79a]For terrans yes. You want the Altenian clothing shop its further and on the left[/color]." She had the fakest smile Ashala had ever seen. The giant cats tail started to whip. 

"[color=fff79a]No I, wanted, to see, fashion, for terran[/color]." She straitened her legs to add height.

"[color=fff79a]Well, everything here wouldn't fit you, but if your here to look then please, don't touch[/color]." She darted back behind the counter. Some of the items looked favorable if small. They were different kinds of styles and the chief wondered why she never saw them on any terrans. "[color=fff79a]What events, do terrans, wear, these[/color]?"

"[color=fff79a]HAHAHHA. Oh, my god you're serious? They are worn under the outer clothes[/color]." Ashala's tail came to a still. "Why would people layer clothes?" She thought to herself.

"[color=fff79a]How is this done[/color]?" Pointing to a rack of clothes. The clerk took the chief to a small room and left the door slightly open so she could show Ashala how to use the holographic model. This was the wrong store. She left and followed the insturctions to the Altenian shop. 

"Greetings how may I help?" An Altenian was working on the floor. "I was just at the human store and they sent me here. I usually send an order of boots, but I've never actually visited until now. I was looking for a formal outfit that I can wear to a human setting."

"That's a hard sell but I do get requests for that very situation. Please come this way." Ashala left the store with three new garments. The chief also bought five different styles of foot wear.