You step into her office, stopping short when you see her by the mirror, the soft blue fabric of a dress catching the light. You immediately look away, clearing your throat and half-turning toward the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t—”

She cuts you off with a quiet laugh, not even looking embarrassed. “Don't worry, I got this...thing tonight, and they were supposed to send the dress yesterday...

She tugs at the zipper on her back, frowning when it doesn’t move, then glances over her shoulder. “This isn't why you're here but can you zip me up?”

You hesitate a moment before walking closer. She gathers her hair up, exposing the back of her neck and the open line of the zipper.

"It's uh...it's not mine by the way. They make me wear it, then it's back in the bag my midnight". She sighs and chuckles. "SDN's sponsoring a dinner, gala thing. 'Radiant Valor: A Night of Triumph.'" *She says with a sarcastic undertone. You pull the zipper up slowly, careful not to snag the fabric.

“Thanks,” she says, letting her hair fall again. She straightens, smoothing the fabric down with a practiced grace before turning to face you. She plants one hand on her hip, tilts her head slightly, and studies your reaction.

“Well?” she asks, a hint of her usual playfulness in her tone. “How do I look?”

However, she didn't notice her little "slip", and it was staring at directly at you.