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[starsescapist]

"Those Godwin characters... they are suspicious. And it may just be me making assumptions based on what you've told me, but... you can see it in their eyes, y'know? Like they're planning something." Jill says, standing behind an opaque screen as she changes clothes for the banquet. Kyle mentioned showing the Godwins a thing or two about fashion,

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[knight_eros]

Kyle's already changed into the base of his 'formal attire', which still has much of the same flavor of his knight's uniform (triangular details, white sashes, less black and more blue), but lacking in heavy armor. Altogether, it shows a little more of his personal taste -- which is surprisingly unfoppish -- while still giving a generous nod back to his allegiance to the Falenan throne.

"I usually prefer to help women get undressed, but I think I'll make an exception for you, Jillybeans." He moves around the screen and takes the ends of the sash. He gives them a gentle tug to get it taut, wraps it around Jill's waist a few times before tucking the remainder into a neat fold/bow at her lower back. How he knows womens' clothing so well...? That goes without saying.

"There. You're all set there. You think you can at least fit your knife somewhere?"

[starsescapist]

"Oh, you." She says, mock scowling at Kyle's remark about undressing women. Well, it's true.

"But thanks. I don't know how people can do this on a day-to-day basis. All the glitz, the formalities... but I think that just attributes to the fact that I'm pretty damn lazy when it comes to clothes in general." Jill mutters, turning a bit to look at herself from different angles. Well, the getup doesn't look bad, just... not something she's used to.

"And I think I can fit in the knife..." She takes the sheathed knife off of a nearby stand, pulls the sash forward a bit, then tucks the knife between herself and the fabric. "Not too noticeable, I hope."

[knight_eros]

He gives her a not-so-subtle look over. "Damn, you look good." Kyle is probably in a better position to appreciate the Falenan clothes. 'Modern' are nice and revealing, but these clothes are still more up his alley. "Just be careful if you dance with anyone who isn't me. They might feel it through the fabric if they get too cozy."

Kyle takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror (something he does quite a bit of, if you really watch him on a daily basis). He straightens his sleeves and collar, fusses over his hair. "I swear, Marscal Godwin must polish that chrome dome of his. And that mustache? Ugh. Don't get me started."

[starsescapist]

Jill laughs lightly at Kyle's obvious stare, and strikes a pose. Jutting her hips out, making her chest a little more apparent. Just to mess with him.

"Well, glad you think so. I think I look kind of ridiculous, but that's just me." She turns around to face a mirror, and starts fussing with her hair. Funny, how she gives Kyle such shit about his, and then goes to fussing over her own. Oh, silly Jill, in a random girly moment.

"Oh, and don't worry, they won't be getting cozy. If they do, they'll be a crumpled mass on the floor." Oh wait. No. Not a good idea. "Or, not. Kyle, what's the Falenan views on a woman, say... elbowing a man in the face?"

And, again with the tending to her outfit. She picks up her Samurai Edge and discovers that, lo! Nowhere to put it. Curses. "Damn long dress... can't wear a sidearm. This is gonna be weird. See, this is why I always wear shorter skirts or pants; easy access to weapons." Jill says, not realizing that Kyle will probably have some other thoughts or comments on that subject.