[quote=@murasaki]As she passes Jarret and Tenna - she gives Jarret a knowing nod, followed by a quiet "Look after them for me." - and pulls Tenna with her down the hallway, out of earshot of the guests and such. Instructing her to grab an outfit and have it ready for her when she's through with her shower.[/quote]
Tenna gasped as Mutan woman-handled her down the hallway, ordering her to get a flattering outfit ready in the time it would take to shower.

She could only nod, her mind racing to compile [i]something[/i] from what passed for her wardrobe that would work with her sleek and trim lines, and long flowing white hair... piercing ruby-red eyes... and that rare endearingly genuine smile she sometimes had.

Tenna shook herself out of the daydream and set out finding the perfect outfit for Mutan's night.

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Mutan walked a ways down the hall - it's walls spacious and pristine - and found herself at her bathroom, looking at it always had.

She felt a tinge of nostalgia, and for just a brief moment considered giving up her adventuring career. To be able to stay in the safety and comfort of home. No, that's not the life for her. She's better than that. Too much to see, too much to do.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and entered, securing the door behind her.

The large bathroom could very well be mistaken for a locker room, were someone unaware and not paying attention to the number and placement of the fixtures in the white ceramic tile lining the walls, floor and ceiling. On one side, was a shower - three walls lined vertically with nozzles and one directly above. On the other, a broad toilet and an artsy safety glass sink - and a wide mirror that covered the wall above both. And in the last corner, the one opposite the door, was a large circular aboveground bathtub.

She quickly derobed and began showering - the hot water creating clouds of steam and reddening flesh, pooling under the grate beneath her feet, and down the drain.
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As Mutan was preparing to shower, Tenna was filing through the walk-in the bedroom-closet. Going through everything from military-uniforms to riding-outfits, to sundresses and even the occasional silk kimono until she found the right base-layer. She laid it out on the bed and then went to the dresser-drawers for accessories that she hoped would better highlight her current mood, [i]she was always fond of the color black[/i]. She even made sure to provide tall leather boots large enough to accommodate her hexmaster without being too much of a hinderance, the stockings and gloves covering a bit more skin for modesty's sake; also because of the rain outside.

She then remembered the rain, and made a note that the outfit would have to go well with an overcoat, and a hat, possibly even an umbrella and a maid to hold it.

As steam began rising out of the bathroom, she gathered the outfit onto a series of hangars and arranged them on a bracket in the bathroom to let the steam naturally eliminate any wrinkles.

When everything was ready, she stepped back with her hand held together, relaxed. She took a deep breath: "Your outfit is ready, Miss Mutan Godie." She announced, calmly, [url=http://safebooru.org//images/148/9ce062bf730dd2f8b81093e63e4a7afc201bd341.jpg]despite the constant apprehension that she would disapprove of her selection[/url].