[ he looks again towards the entrance, where a handful of staff gather in front of racks and racks of fancy attire. he does the mental calculations in his head for a moment, before turning back to aerith with a small, encouraging smile. ]

I think so long as you're still dressed up, they won't offer too much protest. There are little ways to bend their rules, don't worry.

[ that being said... ]

But if things start to look dicey, just take a dress that looks better for you, and I'll distract them so you can get away.

[ he stands aside and holds a hand out, offering to let her lead the way. ]