A Ballerina Costume

Weiss eyed the package on the table with a wary eye; it was smaller than she had been expecting, which did not exactly fill her with confidence. She was expecting high quality, given the rave reviews that Yang had for the company. Steeling herself, she upended the box onto her desk, and laid the items out.

Before her was a white leotard and tights, with a silvery pair of ballet shoes, tutu, and tiny tiara. All together, they made a decent looking ballerina costume, the irony of which had made it a clear choice for herself. And, it would be decent enough to be potentially photographed in, should people be taking photos with her in the background. After all, she wanted to rebel, but didn't want to be considered a harlot.

However, the leotard seemed a bit flimsy to her, if not thin. Reminding herself of the trust Yang had for the company, Weiss locked the door, and shucked her bolero, then unzipped her dress and shimmied out of it, leaving her in her icy blue under garments. Picking up the tights, she quickly dressed in the costume, then turned to the mirror.