"I'll wear the dress!"

"If Rory doesn't want to, then she doesn't need to," you express.

Rory looks up at you, a glimmer in her eyes.

"It's not that simple. If we don't disguise your presence, then they'd just attack you right away." Callie clarify.

"What if...what if I wear the dress instead? Didn't you say it masks your magical imprint?"

Kim sniggers.

Callie blinks. "That...could work. But I'd have to warn you. The dress is an old, finicky piece of a magical artifact. It doesn't take kind to men wearing it. It will...shape you to fit it. Are you certain about this?"

What is she saying? That the dress will make you...fit it?

Rory looks at you, which gives you determination. "That's okay. I'll do it!" Rory relaxes her posture, smiling appreciatively at you.

"Very well then. Rory will serve as your bodyguard then. We hit the mansion in 24 hours. I suggest you get acquainted with the dress in the meantime. That'll be all for now. See you tomorrow at this hour sharp at the gate. Thank you."

They all disperse. Rory swaggers over to you. "So, already taking one for me, are we?" The rest leave, except for the overseer, who still hovers in the background, Rory doesn't seem to mind her at all. Rory reaches for your cheek, and her expression softens. "Thank you for doing that. Seriously."