Fashion was always a fusion. National dress tended to be a blend of various regional styles the more urban a location, the more trade it engaged in, the closer it was tied into the court fashions current in Correne or Altdorf, but no place existed without its regional influences. Kislivite women, for the most part, dressed in conservative styles, wives of merchants tended a little more towards the Imperial and those of the noble classes were able to borrow a touch from the almost mystic style of the Tzarina.

Camilla stepped out of the fitting room at long last. She wore a dress of fine blue silk with a long slash up the left side to allow her legs freedom of movement. Around her chest she wore a tightly laced corset of fine grey leather, which allowed her to display her figure without showing any skin. A mantle of a darker shade of the same material was fastened around her neck covering her shoulders. The leather mantle was intricately embossed with flowing stylized wind motifs that seemed to sweep from her neck down over her shoulders. It also incorporated a hood, though for the moment she was not wearing it.  Unusually she had not opted for jewelry, instead selecting only a single silver and sapphire brooch to pin the mantle in place. Partly this was because she didn’t want to stretch their patrons credit to completely ridiculous lengths but it was also a strategic decision. If they were attending this alleged cultist meeting in the guise of up and coming merchants, it made sense to dress to impress, but they had to be careful not to be too impressive, lest their excessive means give them away. 

“You think it needs gloves?” Camilla asked? Momentarily oblivious to the shocked reaction of the three males. She stretched out her arms and examined her fingers, considering again if she should have opted for a ring.

“Ummm…” Yantz managed after a moment.

“I think it looks fine,” he concluded lamely before clearing his throat. The clothier beamed in delight at the effect.

“Madam you grace my establishment, why I only wish you were on your way the palace so that my humble wares could dazzle the court!” Camilla bowed her head gracefully, feeling a little uneasy about Dietricha’s cryptic note. The wizard had never shown herself to be anything other than a, admittedly slightly deranged, friend, but it was clear she knew something she wasn’t sharing.

“What do you think?” she asked Cydric, “too much?”