Emmaline watched Neil go in a bit of a buzz, before she could comment however Rogello had grabbed her, gently but firmly, and propelled her through a back a linen curtained door into a large room with a six foot wooden tub bound with a hoop of black iron.

"Have you been eating fish?" the Tilean asked wrinkling his nose. Before Emmaline could reply he was peeling off her leather justicar outfit and tossing the various components to the corners of the room. Emmaline instinctively tried to cover herself, though this was at best a questionable propitiation. Rogello clucked.

"None of that, I'm like a doctor, but you know, not a creepy doctor," he reassured her, and then immediately undercut the message by giving her a shove that toppled her over into the bath with a splash. Emmaline came up spluttering, relived to discover that the water was actually fairly warm. As she wiped her blond hair out of her eyes Rogello fetched one of three kettles from a large fireplace on the back wall and poured the steaming contents into the tub. Emmaline scooted back allowing the scalding water to diffuse bring the water from warm to pleasantly hot. Rogello grabbed a cake of scented soap and a brush.

"You know I can...ow!" Rogello siezed her by the shoulder and began to scrub her with the soap, lathering her neck and shoulders before taking the rough brush and beginning to scrub. It wasn't exactly painful but the sensation was more than ticklish, even more so when he stood her up and gave her breasts, belly and back the same treatment. She was about to object when he shoved her down and began to pour buckets of water over her hair before lathering a different soap in his hands before running them through her hair. Now that she wasn't having bristled dragged across her nipples Emmaline subsided and allowed the tailor to finish bathing her, which he did with quick efficiency. 

"Now, let me measure you and we will see what we can do for clothing seeing master Neil has decided to be so generous..."

A half hour later Emmaline was caparisoned in something between the height of Imperial fashion and the more extravagant Brettonian style. She wore a dress of silk that was such a dark blue it was almost black, layered in waves down over her bodice and stretching down to her ankles where it flared modestly. Sashes of cloth of gold had been tied between the layers in diagonal bands that ran from the base of her shoulder and just below her right breast down to a knot at her left hip and a dark blue sapphire hung from a gold plated chain around her neck, pure gold seeming an unnecessary expense. Rogello had also combed her hair until it shone and then tied it back with some golden cord in an elaborate knot at the base of her skull before it spread out down her back.

"Ah signornia, bellisimo," Rogello said clearly pleased with his handiwork.