Neither mage were granted the modesty of a changing stall or tent it seemed, the pair more or less stripped in plain sight. The very slight comfort was that the photographer turned his back to get his cameras and the lighting ready…but being almost made naked in front of so many people left Mao a little traumatized – to put it lightly. Jacket, long sleeved shirt, tank top, shoes, socks, and pants: they took it all and left the girl a step above birthday suit. Her partner, however, was not so lucky thanks to the nature of her outfit – literally since it was basically a netting of leaves meant to cling to her body.
Arms shoved through sleeves, feet through leggings and into soft leather boots, and people shoving odd brushes towards her face with bits of powder on the edges…their attacks were relentless! And to top it off, Mao only had a slight inkling of what touched her tail, but the fact that Aiyana apologized left the girl hoping a hip brushed against it and nothing more. Whatever she apologized for was far from the cruelty they committed then as a few people grabbed hold of the large limb and she felt something cool being slathered on it.
”What-?!” she barely refrained from screeching in alarm, her head jerking away from someone trying to apply a neutral lipstick before they ripped her face back around. Another person began massaging something into her hair, and again that panicked voice managed to squeak out, ”What-?!”
”Oh don’t worry honey,” someone outside of her vision piped up, ”Just a bit o’ color change that’ll wash out your next bath. Ms. Channelle wants the archer to be blond even if we have to change it from Elven to something else: y’know, keep it earthy!” And they did this…without her permission. She didn’t care how cute the pale blond color looked on her, they’d violated the sanctity of her tail AND personal space! This was the first time Mao recalled wanting to cry, the tears threatening to pop out if not for someone constantly dabbing at the corners as another person chastised her about stopping that or “she’d ruin her makeup.”
By the end of it she sported a dark brown shirt, the sleeves reaching just beyond her elbows and the laces of the small V left untied, a forest green vest cinched over it, and her favorite part – the leaf styled short cloak that blessedly came with a hood. Even darker brown cloth leggings disappeared into knee-high boots with the slightest of heels and a couple of clasps up the sides. Someone at some point of the makeup process slipped a belt around her waist at a tilt, the decorated hilt n’ dagger keeping it in place despite a small pouch on the opposite side. An equally decorated, green bracer sat on the wrist that would hold the bow while a charcoal black glove covered the arrow-wielding hand. She didn’t mind the outfit, but did the process have to be so…intrusive?!
So out of it and traumatized, Mao absentmindedly agreed with Aiyana, ”Yes, gorgeous.”