One by one, the sets are murmured over delightedly: the shine, the patterns, the brightness of the color, the obvious quality and richness of the fabric. She does of course seem to particularly like the white and gold, but that will hardly come as a surprise.

"I assumed so," Alexandrie replies easily on the subject of undergarments, looking up from her inspection with a bright smile. "After all, what goes beneath any fashion must be suited to best display it. I took the liberty of preparing for such an inevitability." That is to say, she's not wearing a stitch besides her dressing gown. "I know not how it is with your people, but mine are quite famously unconcerned with traipsing about as the Maker made us, so you need not spare a moment of worry for my modesty." She hasn't got any that isn't fabricated wholecloth whenever it might be advantageous to have a bit.