When in Rome....
Stretching and yawning, he blinked as the morning sun fell on him and he purred as he slid out of the bed. He felt air move strangely across his body and blinked as he stared down at what he was wearing.
A sheer toga trimmed in gold with sandals strapped to his feet, their gold lacings running up to his knees.
He blushed at how expose the sheer fabric left him, but he couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face. The fabric was soft and so were the sandals. This would be an interesting day if others found themselves dressed as he was.
Moving towards the door, he went to investigate the other people.