Blackout
West Point Castle 
Gin stammers and attempts to redress himself but Sia drags him off. As they pass down the street women and men alike give various expressions of shock and disbelief. Gin covers himself with his free hand but doesn't let go of his training sword. Sia asks about a bar and Gin nods in the general direction. Before he can protest she is dragging him again. Gin, frustrated, digs his heels into the ground to no avail. They enter a bar and Sia orders a drink for him. The bar owner recognizes Gin and gives Sia a sideways glance.
"Attendants can only drink with permission from their Ladies." The owner says setting a single glass down in front of Sia. She glances at Gin and gives him a smug smile. "I got spare clothes in back. Go get dressed." As Gin leaves to cover himself the Bar Owner leans in a little to watch him go and whistles. "Nice."

Gin returns in a standard guard clothes and stands by Sia silently. Awkwardly. Everyone is watching the two of them. 
"I..." Gin starts. "I just..." The Owner sets a shot down in front of him. Gin gives her a quizzical glare.
"Only one." The Owner says and goes back to polishing a cup. Gin stares at the small glass of alcohol and sits quietly.