As far as redheads went, this one painted a pretty little picture. Margo was dressed for her night at the Cirque, strange as that was for her – she hadn't known exactly what to make of the Ringmaster's comment that she would need to be properly costumed... at least until she had arrived at the costumers. It had been an extremely enjoyable game of dress-up, but she was feeling a little self-conscious nonetheless.
At the voice behind her, Margaery half-turned, her hands still full of necklaces, the chains and pendants dangling between her fingers. "Oh! Yeah, that's me. Umm... do you mind? I could use a bit of a hand."