another night where you snuck to Hermia’s window on horseback, another night of seeing her cry. You had come out on your night-black steed in hopes of another fun night of dancing and laughing in the forest, yet you were met with Hermia crying in her room the window was just low enough to fold your arms atop the sill and see that she was in her bed sobbing.. she was in her corset, bustle and a tank top type undergarment along with her long lacy socks. Her hat and main dress had been tossed to the side, heels haphazardly tossed to the side