It was fascinating to watching Madam Dague work, and Quinn found herself enjoying tailing after her as she bolted around, looking for dresses that she thought might fit Quinn. Equally fascinating was trying to figure out what had been wrong with the three dresses she'd pulled out of last season's clothing; they all looked beautiful to Quinn. But evidently they weren't right. A moment later, she disappeared into the back, and Quinn found herself alone for just a brief moment. She ran her hand lightly over the fabric of one of those that Dague had looked at before, a pretty pale gold midi dress with elaborate silver filigree around the hem.

She wasn't sure exactly what Madam Dague was talking about, making them from a mold, then going to Vienci. Or, well, she understood what the [i]words[/i] meant, but she didn't quite [i]get[/i] it. That was the hazard of being a pilot in RISC, she thought. There were only two of them, so she barely saw more of the outside world than she had back with her parents. She certainly hadn't had any time to experiment with creative stuff. And Casoban seemed so keen on fostering that somehow. She hadn't intended to indulge in it, but perhaps she should at least try.

After a bit, the shuffling and chattering came to an end, and the door popped open again. Quinn turned to see what Madam Dague had retrieved from the back room. To see...

See...

[i][color=ffe63d]Wow.[/color][/i]

"[color=ffe63d]Wow,[/color]" she breathed simultaneously, needing to consciously remember to keep her mouth closed. The three new dresses that were arrayed in front of her were simply...mind-boggling, and her eye remained glued to them even as Dague hung them up and stepped back. Quinn had never seen anything so gorgeous. She had a sudden and very keen realization that what was out on the racks and what was being proudly displayed in front of her weren't even in the same league. They were just...they were [i]all[/i] gorgeous, all three of them. So...?

She stepped forward tentatively, running a cautious hand down the fabric again. They really were gorgeous. But she knew she couldn't just take all three. She needed to pick one. Only a moment before she took a half-step over to be in front of the two black ones. The white one just...didn't seem right somehow. So it was between these two. She tried to take a closer to look, to figure out which one would be prettier and more comfortable. They both looked...

And that's when she saw it. The one on the right; the high neck, just like her pilot suit. She imagined wearing something that reminded her of that during a fancy party, and had to stop herself from cringing. So then, that only left...

She reached out and [i]very very carefully[/i] took the hanger with the kaleidoscoping golden patterns off the hook, trying to hold it far enough up that it wouldn't drag on the ground, and turned to Madam Dague like she was holding a pile of pure gold.

"[color=ffe63d]Should I...try it on?[/color]"