"You are telling me that we aren't required to wear armor for the ball?" Sierra vaguely questioned as they examined their wardrobes.
"Apparently not because it's a ball," Chris concluded with a hue of worry. "But it's a moment where everyone will be at their most vulnerable state. Everyone's drinking wine, feasting, and relaxing even if its a formal event. As the Royal Guard, we're required to set the example."
"Since when have you become our father, Chris?" Anya leered to which he responded with a scowl. "On another note, we don't have ball gowns. All the guys have somewhat of a formal suit but we are required to wear ball gowns to the ball."
Iris wrinkled her nose in distaste, "That means corsets, then."
"And stockings," Aria piped in.
"Jewelry" Levinia groaned.
"Painful hairstyles
