"I do." Juliet nodded. "And part of it depends on the era too. If there's a door to say, the 1800s, then a woman walking around without a guy escorting her would look pretty strange in a lot of places. But yeah, you never know what they're going to do."
She turned left and right, studying her reflection in the mirror. "You do great work aunt Rarity." The adjustments made the garment fit like a glove, which didn't bother Juliet at all. She was of the mindset that if it wasn't meant to be shown off then they wouldn't have developed the way they had. Not that she had to show off a lot of skin all the time or anything...just not hide the fact she was well built. As if she could, unless she wanted to wear potato sacks. Maybe.