Emmaline agrees to use her family connections

"Maybe it'll be enough to just tell them who you are" Becky suggested, placing a soothing hand on Emmaline's shoulder. "There's no need to get your family involved, just hearing your name should be enough"

"Fine, okay.... I'll do it," Emmaline sighed, giving in. She gestured to the adventuring clothes the other three were wearing "But.... we can't go in dressed like this. We'll need dresses, nice ones too. And I don't wanna hear any complaints about it either, Liv!"

Liv let her jaw fall shut, her protest cut off before it started.

"I'm already putting my neck on the line here for everyone, the least you could do is look pretty." Emmaline finished her rant, letting out a sigh. She fixed her hair, tucking several strands of it behind her ear. "Luckily, with my charm and contacts, we should be able to get outfitted in no time!"

***

A couple of hours later, the bravos returned to the Manor, this time decked out in the finest dresses Emmaline could procure on such limited time and with a limited budget.

Becky wore a vibrant emerald dress, long and elegant, which would have massively restricted her movement were she not such a slender woman. As it was, the tailor actually wound up adding some padding to the outfit, trying to lend Becky the appearance of womanly curves that she didn't actually have. The dress went down nearly to the floor, flaring out around her hips so that the movement of her legs was masked, achieving somewhat of a similar effect to the heavy coat she typically wore. She strapped her daggers and potion components to her side until, at Emmaline's insistence, she realized that many of the guests might not appreciate her showing up visibly armed. As compromise, Becky only brought one dagger, a small one slipped into the sleeve of one of her leggings. Finally, Becky had a mask with a short nose like a raven's, a few gemstones, and a pair of feathers next to each of her bright green eyes.

Liv dressed in all black, her dress clinging tightly to her womanly curves. In contrast with her usually tight-fitting leathers, the dress showed off an ample amount of cleavage, and had a long cut running up the side of it to show off her shapely legs as she walked. Liv took the most convincing to leave her weapons outside. She knew very well that without her rifle, she was near useless in a fight. What's more, the gun was easily her most prized possession, its value equal parts rarity and sentiment. Becky was eventually able to talk her into leaving it behind, reassuring Liv that the weapon would be well hidden and safe. Liv's mask was dark, with a large number of black feathers around the top edge of it. Though she looked ravaging, Liv found it impossibly awkward to wear such a gaudy thing, and more than made up for its elegant design with her own uncomfortable posture.

Fuu wore her dress better than any of the others would have expected. It was a thin, pale fabric, outlining her athletic figure well in a way which amplified the softness of her body. It was a smooth, silky, sensual look, seductive and elegant. It was fashioned to vaguely resemble a kimono, with the fabric loosely tied in the front, and a plunging neckline that dipped down between Fuu's breasts, nearly to her stomach. Fuu begrudgingly agreed to leave her glaive behind alongside Liv's rifle, though she knew that if worse came to worse, she could always count on herself to get herself out of a rough situation, even unarmed. Her mask fit the design of her dress, elegant, made of dozens of tiny white threads woven together like a basket. The mask had no feathers or accents, relying on the simple beauty of its design.

Finally, Emmaline went all out with her dress. It had a short skirt, coming up easily to her mid thigh, and a low neck line to accentuate her figure. Emmaline had suggested that these two aesthetic decisions were there to make it easier for her to move, but the truth was that she mostly just really liked showing off. The dress was colored to resemble a flame, with numerous shimmering shades of red, orange and yellow blending seamlessly into one another, so that when Emmaline walked it looked as though she was on fire. It was loose enough to allow movement where necessary, but most of the dress was made of an elastic material which clung tightly to Emmaline's skin, leaving little to the imagination of any onlookers. Her mask was perhaps the most impressive part of the garment. It was a simple design like Fuu's, with a crimson base and golden outline. The part she was most proud of, however, were the numerous, tiny flames that stayed lit on the edges of the mask, nearly a dozen tiny beams of light, drawing all attention to her eyes.

***

"Alright, ladies" Emmaline addressed the group as they reconvened in front of the manor, "Lets do this!"