Pick the flashy costume

Your selection reasoning was simple enough: if the ladies of the team were all going to be making an effort to blend in and dress for the occasion, it only made sense to follow suit. For tonight, you'd give them a little eye-candy, such as it was. You flipped over the golden mask in your hand, privately hoping that the saintesses weren't pulling some kind of prank on you. It would be seriously embarrassing to show up dressed this way and find that everyone else was in formal attire.

"Splendid! You'll look to be the very poster-boy of the Night Parade, I assure you. I did a lot of research before making the purchase," Helmid reassured you, clapping her hands together in a show of her own eagerness. It was actually possible she was more anxious to see you in this than you were to glimpse your saintesses in their party wardrobes. "And, may I add, you ought to cut a dashing figure."

"That's really what your taste is like?" Belit grumbled, lowering her eyebrows critically. "I wouldn't be caught dead in something like this. No offense, Vin. Helmid's just taking you for a ride."

"Me neither," Liens agreed, wearing the same expression as Belit.

"W-Well, I, er... I don't think it will look bad... But maybe just... a bit... Too exposed? I'm not sure if I look the idea of my husband showing off in front of, you know, other women, possibly deep in their inebriation, while baring his chest," Rosary muttered, pressing her fingers together with a pouting frown. She was still getting used to the whole concept of her destined husband flirting with other women.

Just as you were starting to doubt yourself, a puff of red flames shot out between you and the other saintesses. Bangaal appeared amidst the lingering smoke, grinning brightly with her amused, bright yellow eyes curled into crescents. "Oooh, do not listen to these poopers of the party, Lavender Vin! Bangaal has always worn gold-- it is an expression of a vivacious appreciation for life itself! You will look almost as good as she, yes? In fact, Bangaal reasons that you should dress this way all the time from here forward! Perhaps it will grow on you tonight!"

You really couldn't imagine that. You'd become a legendary squire with tales told far and wide, for sure, but not for the reasons you'd hoped.

Amulette approached from behind, placing her hands on your shoulders and standing on her tip-toes. "Courage and confidence, my companion! I savor seeing such stalwart service, a squire of the saintesses, for sure!" You thought she was mostly teasing you, but she always liked it when you went along with those teases.

You thought you saw Belit grumble and hold her arms in tighter, perhaps annoyed that she was somehow in the not-fun-loving group this time around. "Whatever! Let's take off on the mission, okay? That fine with you chuckle-heads?"

The four saintesses on team B left out first. You took the roll of clothing you'd selected and went to get dressed, after which, you could meet up with team B and head in to town.