No shame at *all*
Cloud had fallen asleep poolside on a very comfotrable lounge chair, basking in the sun and more than a little buzzed off of the booze and sex. A nagging sense of hunger and bladder finally woke him.
Ah well, a little au natural sunbathing was nice, but he didn't want to stay conked out forever whan there was a place as nice as this to explore. He slung his legs off to the side and paused, looking at where he'd stashed his bag.
There was a set of clothes clearly *not* his lying neatly atop his bag. He knew the weren't his because patterned silk *wasn't* an option to buy anymore. He shook it out and studied it. Blue and silver and it fell away in a sweep of soft, shimmery fabric to the floor. It was a hell of a nice dress. Two minutes perusal had him come to some odd conclusions.
One, all the rest of his clothes were missing.
Two, this wasn't a woman's dress. Sure it *looked* like one, but the stitching and design practially shouted out to the old grifter instincts in him. This was cut and sewn for a man. One that wanted to *look* feminine, but still, it was designed for a man's frame. And it fit like one of his old custom jobs that had cost him thousands back before the End Days happened. It even came with garters, stockings and a pair of shoes that *fit*.
No panties though. It seemed to be that sort of place anyways.
Inside of three steps he had his old sashay back, hips giving a little swing as he headed inside to find some food and possibly company.