Alam didn’t turn towards Lucrezia, but the slowly reddening blush was enough to tell anyone he was aware of her approach. Between her and Solia’s insistence, he was quick enough to relent, sighing and muttering, “Fine…” Whereas Yui darted on ahead, eager to get changed, Alam slouched and trudged along, not nearly as motivated and still rather reluctant. Even that didn’t last for long though, as he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders and push him along. That alone might not have been enough, but the accompanying sensation of the head maid’s bosom against his back lit his face up with a scarlet hue. [b]“O-okay, I get it,”[/b] he stammered out, a bit flustered, as he picked up the pace, if only so he could disappear behind the stall’s curtains.

Yet, when he pulled the red curtain aside, the first thing that concerned him was not the regalia that had been prepared, though it certainly caught his attention. No, rather it was the two maids that stood beside the stand propping up the costume. Pinching his forehead as he groaned, he held up a hand to stop any questions before they could be asked. Alam didn’t think himself too rude, but he had to draw the line somewhere. [b]“I’m sorry, but no. I appreciate it, but I can get dressed myself.”[/b] His tone made it perfectly clear that this was not an issue they would be able to convince him on otherwise; no room for negotiation, just a flat declaration. With nothing else to be said, the two maids, if looking a bit disappointed, bowed to him before they stepped back and out of the stall. Left alone, Alam was finally able to get a good look at the [url=http://wiki.guildwars2.com/images/9/99/Rogue_armor_human_male_front.jpg]clothes[/url] that had been laid out for him, and after a few moments he sighed and grumbled, “Damnit.”

True to his words, it didn’t take long for him to switch into the costume, unwilling as he was to do so. He might have thought that the colors just threw the entire design off, but he had already given his word. As he slipped the gloves on, he marvelled for just a moment at how they had managed to fit the costume to his size before the thought made him frown. [i]‘Now wait a minute...’[/i] Shaking his head, he pushed aside that line of thought before it turned too negative and gave himself a quick once over; well he was more or less dressed, with maybe a bit of straightening out needed. He also thought he looked pretty damn silly, the bright yellow just did not fit. On his left hand he twirled the half-mask that had been part of the set. He had tried wearing it, but it interfered with his breathing, making it more difficult, and it wasn’t like it would be of any use. His hairstyle would give him away instantly, as would the colour of his skin, and that was if he wasn’t paraded around after the “war” ended. Rolling his neck and cracking his knuckles, he sighed once more, brushed aside the curtains, and stepped back out with a sarcastic, [b]“Ta-da…”[/b]