"All the beautiful things I left back home," Araceli sighs, the assistant arriving with a screen to protect Araceli's modesty while she changes (or theirs since this is Araceli, the body isn't a shameful thing in her mind) out of her shirt and underwear, piling her hair loosely atop her head out of the way. "You know where Korrin will say it looks nicest though, don't you?"

The assistant looks intrigued, despite herself, holding out her hand for the corset as she waits behind Araceli, mouth pursed as she tries not to smile.

"She's going to say it looks wonderful on me but best on our bedroom floor," Araceli confides with a wink, and the assistant's cheeks go bright pink where her mask doesn't cover them, suddenly very busy with laces and fabric. "You should find something in green though, with gold accents. Or ivory silk with amber detailing if you can find it, I'll count how many jaws and glasses drop wherever you go in it."