[center][h1][color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] ARGUS HQ, Athens
[b]Interacting With:[/b] The Tailor [/center][hr]

	Rise stood there looking irate in front of the three fold mirror that had been set before her in her quarters. they had set a raise platform for her to stand on while the tailor took in the last bits here and there on the gown that had been created for her for the upcoming Gala and from the look on Risa's face she was anything but pleased. On the floor around the platform where several previous attempts at a dress ripped and shredded on the floor, beads and sequins scattered about. 

	[color=a187be]"And where am I supposed to keep my gun?"[/color] she snipped as she crossed her arms over her chest. [color=a187be]"I've seen whores working the street corner with more fabric covering them!"[/color] she grumbled. 

	The tailor just snickered as he held a few pins between his teeth, pulling a needle and thread through the fabric to take in the gown here and there. "You'll just have to figure something out Athena," he quipped as he cut the last thread free.

	[color=a187be]"Yeah, I have a place for it, right up someone's ass,"[/color] she snapped.

	"Oh come on Athena, you have to admit, you look stunning," the tailor said as he stepped around her. Grumbling under her breath she looked in the mirror. The gown itself was lovely, golden and shimmering. Low cut in the front; too low for her liking. In the back, it was open as well with small golden beans lattice working its way to each side of the dress; again, too much skin showing her taste. The slit was the only thing she was not complaining about even though it was all the way up her thigh; at least she would be able to move in it if she had to run or do anything else for that matter, like walk.

	[color=a187be]"I look like I am going to fall out of this thing!"[/color] she countered and stepped down on the platform, the heels they were requiring to wear clicking against the wooden floor.

	"You won't I promise, well that is unless you want to," he smirked. "I doubt Perseus will complain."  Risa shot him a look the tailor took a step back laughing.

	[color=a187be]"Oh he will when he is the one wearing this,"[/color] she said as she narrowed her eyes and stormed off, the door flying open as she pushed them open. The Tailor just chuckled as he started packing up his things now that the dress was completed. He was just thankful she hadn't ripped it off like she had the first three he had tried to get her to wear. It was progress... Kind of.

	Risa made her way through the building, half tempted to just rip the dress off and half wondering just how much she would have to bribe Yuuna to trade places with her. The look on Lucas's face alone would be worth a kidney at this point she thought to herself as her heels clicked against the floor, echoing around her. She hated that sound, it made someone approaching way to obvious; and running in them was just plain old ridiculous, tipping around on the balls of ones feet... She was at least thankful that their day to day suits were pantsuits and not skirts. She would have told the company to shove the skirt where the sun don't shine when they recruited her if that had been the way of things.