No, silly!

'No of course not! I'm a public figure as well, remember silly? I couldn't possibly damage my reputation like that. That is why I like Cannavaro's so much, it's extremely discreet. Nobody ever has to know you actually went there, it's ideal.' Emma was already trying to ask her next question, but Victoria physically hushed her by putting a hand over her mouth. 'Do you mind that we walk towards the closet as we talk?', she asked. Emma involuntarily complied, to get the hand off of her mouth. As they were walking through the endless hallways of Vicky's house, Emma asked: 'But why would you buy such a huge and without a doubt expensive fur if you are never going to wear it?'. Victoria chuckled. 'I will wear it inside, of course. I'm not that dumb! It's just for private use.' 'Now why would you only wear it when you're alone at home?', Emma asked, confused by her friend. This only seemed to make Vicky chuckle louder, as she replied: 'I think you'll find out in a moment', as she opened the doors to the huge walk-in closet. Emma immediately noticed the grey fur had been given the most important spot in the room, hanging from a torso mannequin on a round podium in the middle of the room, right in front of the wall sized mirror. 'Now, before we go to the main part of our little adventure, I'll have to put you into some proper red carpet make-up, otherwise the effect wouldn't be as effective.' Though Emma wondered what in Gods name Victoria was planning, she complied in applying the make-up, curious as to what effect Vicky was referring to.