Veshara pointed a warning finger at her.
"If foxy hears a word of this, I'm throwing you both overboard."
"Then help me get changed before you drown me."
Sera rose from the berth, leaving Veshara to consider whether that was an acceptable response to a threat. A folded bundle appeared in the elf's hands, and she laid it on the coverlet with considerably more care than she'd given her traveling cloak.
Black leather showed between the folds of its wrapping. Gold trim caught the light from the window as she opened it, revealing a belly dancer's outfit: a leather bra and matching briefs.
Veshara looked from the outfit to its smiling owner.
"You already had that ready?"
Sera stroked the gold edging with a fond smile.
"This is what I wore when I met my husband."
"The clothes the merchants put you in?"
"Mm. These very ones."
