Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170704042243/@comment-29038468-20170831181411

"I had an idea, none the less I have come as a diplomatic envoy and spectator." Chie says with a smile.

On the other side of the swirling portal, the blinding light dies down and reveals that Chie and Nykos are now standing in a room full of mirrors, make-up, dresses of all sorts and chairs. "This is the dressing room of the ranch Nykos, a separate room made inside the vast magical space of the ever growing hall of rooms. Please, take a seat and tell me what style you'd like~" Chie says.

"You have got to be kidding me..." I mutter dripping with chum. I take my shirt off and hold it to my side. "Alright Iberon, come on! Torro, eh, torro!" I shout shaking my shirt waving her on.

"I'll just pretend that you didn't just make it sound like you were just hitting on me Jeiel. I'll tell you what I tell him, I can take care of myself. If I want your help, I'll ask." Marta says.