[ Makoto was about to step into one of the changing rooms, relieved to finally be done so she can get rid of this absurd Dragon Lord costume, when the door to an adjacent room swings open. She didn't recognize the woman on the other side, but she can't help but feel a little envious at first glance. Her dress might be a bit sheer for comfort, but she looks absolutely stunning wearing it ... and certainly a lot more dignified than Makoto feels in her prosthetic, horned headdress and applied scales that cover less than some swimsuits - something that makes Makoto hug her borrowed jacket a little tighter around herself. ]
Oh ... uh, certainly.
[ It's a bit of an intimate situation to enter into with a complette stranger, but she doesn't want to leave her stuck in her costume ... she'd definitely be grateful for the help if their positions were reversed. ]
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Oh ... uh, certainly.
[ It's a bit of an intimate situation to enter into with a complette stranger, but she doesn't want to leave her stuck in her costume ... she'd definitely be grateful for the help if their positions were reversed. ]