[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/eeTfZeBhTOA1O/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] New York City (1943)
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith was thankful to be out of the hot cab and into open air, though she was not such a fan of having to take a shower in something makeshift for carnival folk. But beggars couldn’t be choosers at the moment. She took what Siduri handed her and checked the clothing. It appeared to align with the time period, at least. It looked somewhat cute and would hopefully allow her to fit in better.

She stepped inside the shower if one could call it that, and disrobed. During her time in the apocalypse, bathing took the backseat often as running water was sparse, so this was kind of a treat. And she had some privacy if Siduri had anything to say about it. She took a shower, but the water was cold. It wasn’t the worst she ever had though, so she made do. She quickly scrubbed herself down and rinsed the suds off, feeling more refreshed. She turned the water off and dried herself before she took the clothing. She got dressed and stepped out.

The dress was a [url= https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2714/9310/products/64181_1_950f18ac-acaf-4c58-a7bd-1d6119c2bb3b_2048x2048.jpg?v=1539113421]teal number[/url] with some plaid work. Kind of what a middle-class woman would wear, and in New York it would be just enough to blend in. The [url= https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/514bDJdyQSL._SR500,500_.jpg]shoes[/url] were simple black heels and she put some nylons on, aware she had never worn them before. She had no need to. She fluffed her hair a bit, debating on tying it up or down, then opting for down as she made her way to Siduri. [color=F49AC2]”Nice choice of clothing.”[/color]