"Dragon. I figure wearing part of the creature I helped kill ought to let those nobles know not to mess with me. They'll still mutter 'ox', I'm sure, but that will give them enough pause to at least do it out of earshot."

Korrin smirks smugly at that, then tilts her head, thinking. "No petticoats. What would be the point of that when they can capitalize on the whole 'exotic' angle? We're going to stand out from all those humans anyway, so we might as well own it. Tell them 'we're here and you can just fucking deal', in fashion-speak."