It was weird that the freedom to pick worried her a little. What if she picked something wrong? What was she supposed to pick. It seemed like she really had other imput though.
Nodding to him, she moved to look around. All the fabrics seemed to thin and she wasnt really sure of the size that she wore. After a few moments of looking like a lost animal, she finally walked over to one of the women who immediately went to help her pick things out.
Most things were bright colors, patterns and solids that could be layered onto each other, or things that would be short enough that they could easily be peeled since the girl helping didnt know what type of slave she was. Once she had a significant pile, the girl quickly shoved Keara into one of the dressing rooms and offered Ten a seat for him to wait.