Sherry didn't dress up a lot. She never had reasons to, really. She slept, got up, went to work, cane home to eat, then went back to sleep. There wasn't much a reason go find a dress or suit to wear.

But now she was sat with her amazing partner, in some fancy shop, trying to find clothes for a "work conference." And she had to go dressed formally, must to her distaste.

She looked from the dresses and suits to you, looking a bit annoyed.

"Let's just go home."