The girl glanced at the assortment of weapons Elletra had laid on the table which she had had on her person. “There’s pockets on tha leggin’s under tha skirt. They should be able to fit. Vespertine calls them cargo leggin’s.”
Elletra puzzled at how Vespertine would know to do such a thing but she supposed it was all part of Hawkeye’s plan.
She quickly stuffed the pockets with her arsenal & smoothed out the skirts to look at herself in the mirror. Though somewhat dark in the room, she could see the burgundy and grey layers intertwined down the draped bodice and through the skirt and it looked like Vespertine had elaborately braided the two fabrics to make this dress. There were no seams that Elletra could see. An amazing piece of work which she could appreciate as the daughter of a seamstress.
“If ya need to be free of tha dress, my lady,” Charlotte grinned, “Tha bow there on tha side comes undone an’ tha whole dress will fix itself for ya.”
Elletra nodded with a smile and headed to find Hawkeye.