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Moiraine smooths her skirts, frowning. “People really wear clothes like this?”
“Yes.”
“On purpose?”
“It’s avant-garde.”
Moiraine’s gaze is calculating. “Someone could get hung for wearing this in Cairhein.”
“Good thing we’re not in Cairhein, then.”
“Do people no longer value modesty and —"
Siuan interrupts her with a kiss. “If it offends your prudish ladylike sensibilities so much, we’ll find another dress.”
Moiraine's eyes glint. “No, I want this one. And tonight, you’re taking me dancing.”
Siuan admires the dress’s plunging neckline, the strange semi-transparent skirt. “With pleasure, Lady Damodred.”
Moiraine flushes in a delicious mix of embarrassment and joy.