Normally, watching Seshat go through this experience would bring her so much amusement, but right now she was just not feeling it. She wasn't really feeling any of this. Right now Ninkasi wanted nothing more than to go back home, slide into some sweats and huddle under a blanket while watching something stupid on Netflix. Something ridiculous that would make her not feel like an idiot. Maybe Clue.
“They don't always have themes, no,” she replied. “But I'm usually particularly fond of the ones that that can move their hips like an Ottoman era zenne. Because gay or not, there is something seriously sexy about a man who can move to a beat like that.” At that, Ninkasi forced a smile, but it was clearly forced.
She looked up at the man with the pants in question and shook her head. “Oh, ass-less chaps. Yeah, those are a thing.”