NALEA GOWNS

	NALEA GOWN(S)
1.	You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as you tug the neckline of your soft pink silk cotehardie a little bit higher. Bravlyn blushes and tugs the neckline of her ivory lace cotehardie a little bit higher.
2.	You lightly fluff out the soft pink silk skirt of your cotehardie. Bravlyn fluffs out the ivory lace skirt of her cotehardie with a carelessly graceful gesture.
3.	You pick fretfully at the flawless soft pink silk of your cotehardie. Bravlyn picks fretfully at the flawless ivory lace of her cotehardie.
4.	You trace a fingertip down the side of your soft pink silk cotehardie, emphasizing its fitted, flattering lines. Bravlyn traces a fingertip down the side of her ivory lace cotehardie, emphasizing its fitted, flattering lines.
5.	You pat your lips lightly on the soft pink silk of your cotehardie. Bravlyn pats her lips lightly on the ivory lace of her cotehardie.
6.	In a fit of exasperation, you kick the skirts of your soft pink silk cotehardie out of your way with a bit more force than necessary as you pace back and forth. Looking exasperated, Bravlyn kicks the skirts of her ivory lace cotehardie out of her way with a bit more force than necessary as she paces back and forth.
7.	As you pirouette, the skirts of your cotehardie flare outward in a billow of soft pink silk. Bravlyn pirouettes gracefully, causing the skirts of her cotehardie to flare outward in a billow of ivory lace.
8.	You clutch your arms around yourself, trying to conceal as much of your throat and collarbone as you possibly can while wearing the low-cut cotehardie. Bravlyn quickly clutches her arms around herself, trying to conceal as much of her throat and collarbone as she possibly can in such a low-cut cotehardie.
9.	You nervously gather a fistful of your cotehardie's soft pink silk in one hand, then glance around uncertainly. Bravlyn gathers a fistful of her ivory lace cotehardie in one hand, then glances uncertainly around.
10.	You sway back and forth, causing the skirts of your soft pink silk cotehardie to swish back and forth as well. Bravlyn sways, causing the ivory lace of her cotehardie's long skirts to swish back and forth.
11.	You carefully gather the long skirts of your soft pink silk cotehardie and raise the hem to mid-calf. Bravlyn carefully gathers the long skirts of her ivory lace cotehardie in her hands, exposing her legs to mid-calf.
12.	You gently smooth the skirts of your cotehardie, coaxing away the wrinkles and restoring the naturally elegant drape of the soft pink silk. Bravlyn gently smoothes the skirts of her cotehardie, coaxing away the wrinkles and restoring the naturally elegant drape of the ivory lace.
13.	Your long soft pink silk skirts rustle softly as you shift your weight from one side to the other. Bravlyn's long ivory lace skirts rustle softly as she shifts her weight from one side to the other.
14.	The long, soft pink silk skirts of your elegant cotehardie puddle around your feet as you sink into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty. The long, ivory lace skirts of Bravlyn's elegant cotehardie puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.
15.	You trace aimless designs over the soft pink silk of your cotehardie with your fingertips. Bravlyn's fingers trace aimless designs over the ivory lace of her cotehardie.
16.	You draw a deep breath, square your shoulders, and suck in your stomach, feeling the soft pink silk of your cotehardie shift with the movements of your body. Bravlyn draws a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and sucks in her stomach, filling out her ivory lace cotehardie to the best of her ability.
17.	You let out a long sigh as you gaze down at the hem of your soft pink silk cotehardie. Bravlyn abruptly slumps forward and lets out a long sigh as she gazes down at the hem of her ivory lace cotehardie.
18.	You drum your fingers thoughtfully against your thigh, causing the hem of your soft pink silk cotehardie to swirl in response. Bravlyn drums her fingers thoughtfully against her thigh, causing the hem of her elegant ivory lace cotehardie to swirl slightly in response.
19.	You stomp on the hem of your grey wool kirtle, almost falling! You barely manage to recover at the last possible second. Bravlyn suddenly stumbles on the hem of her ivory lace cotehardie and almost falls, regaining her balance at the last possible second.