[i]Ara? Ara? Arararara~?[/i]
It seemed the foreign heroes were lacking in etiquette, as their astonishment at Lucy's bust was practically palpable. Despite herself, the corners of her lips quirked up. [i]They might be rather fun.[/i] The ephemeral smile was gone fast enough to make one unsure of whether or not it was even there, replaced by the stern mask of a professional. When Alam asked whether or not the costume change was necessary, she crossed her arms beneath her bosom and loomed closer to Alam. [i]Wobble[/i]. [b]"Yes, nice to meet you as well. The regalia is [i]absolutely[/i] necessary."[/b] [i]Wobble[/i][b] "I hope that won't be a problem."[/b]

Straightening up, she smiled politely to Yui and bowed her head. [b]"It is my pleasure to meet you, Yui."[/b] As the girl needed no prodding to get her moving towards the seamstresses, Lucy instead focused on the more reticent hero. Walking behind him and putting her hands on his shoulders, she began walking him towards the tents. [b]"Quick quick now, the battle rages at this very moment. You wouldn't want to miss your grand entrance, would you?"[/b] While directing him, the bulk of her chest was unavoidably squashed into his back.