Korrin, her real dress is too fabulous for dark alcoves. Also so fabulous that she'll remove it herself just to be safe because there's a very real chance she's going to need to keep it in the best condition. Bards go to the parties, and she knows exactly how to do her job wearing even more restrictive garments.

Now that gets a very loud snort out of her, as well as a laugh that echoes in the underforge. "Really? I cannot believe anywhere would be so mad. Titsicles I can absolutely understand, those are naturally very beautiful and not at all shameful," so fuck you Cade, "but birds in your hair? Model ships only smell if you have them made with a little perfume compartment, it was a trend of sorts a few years ago actually, there was one merchant's wife that I still can call a very close friend and she filled the compartment of hers with saffron. Saffron, Korrin!" Korrin do you have any idea how expensive saffron is!