Practice. Ellana has been practicing at a lot of things since leaving the clan, but practicing breathing seems like... well, not fun. She shifts from one foot to the other, debating whether or not she really wants to have trouble breathing just to see herself with actual cleavage for once in her life. And then she considers the implications of an elf trying on a corset and the fuss it might cause, especially if she decides not to purchase it. They'd probably take it out back and burn it.

"Would I--" She stops herself, annoyed with how meek she sounds. Annoyed that being in this city is making her act the way her clan always said the city elves acted. She straightens her spine, inhales a steadying breath, and reminds herself that she's as good as anybody. "I'd like to try one on, just to see the shape it gives me."