Euna allows herself a single deep breath. One long inhale, held in her belly, and then a deeeeep, controlled exhale. She's still smiling. Her arms are still wrapped around Sara. But the transformation that comes over her is terrifying. "...Sweetheart, would you please help me with this belt? Yes, the... no, up a little. Just a-- there we go! Thank you so much." Pay attention class, because this is important. Almost every bride who walks the aisle does so in a dress that's so much for show it's barely capable of even that much. But there's a whole reception to make it through after the "I do"s! Dancing and mingling and drinking! How can she possibly make it through all of that in something so... constrictive and, and poofy? The belt comes off, and several layers of her dress drop delicately to the floor. A single swoopy skirt opens up at around mid-thigh, perfect for twirling and stealing the spotlight forever on the dance floor. She reaches up and with skillwire precision plucks the lace gloves off of each hand. Then she bends down for a moment and slides out of her gorgeous slippers. Artificial toes which shouldn't mind being squeezed into tiny shoes stretch and curl in the fresh air anyway. She flicks her wrists a couple of times and her sleeves wrap around her arms. She ties them in place with a dreamy look on her face. She hesitates for a moment, but finally she reaches up and slides her veils off of her head. She cracks her neck and bounces once, twice. This is Euna Kim's wedding dress: battle mode. And the smile still plastered on her face does nothing to hide the look of absolute murderous intent in her eyes. "This is a [i]very[/i] special day," she says in an unusually high voice, colder than the void of space, "I have been working on it for eight months! So I am going to give you... mmmm, one last chance! To go and find some seats! But if I open my eyes! And my wife and I aren't the only ones on this stage? I'm going, teehee! To break all of your legs~" [Before We Get Started: [b]11[/b]. Holding 3]