Considering she would have had to have taken a drink for that particular round, well, it might have embarrassed Manuela as well-but the past was the past, and unless they played another such game again, Ferdinand would have to do without that particular insight. Gathering up the clean-and dry-shirt, Manuela draped it carefully over the countertop, well away from any remaining wet spots.

"This reminds me of something we might wear in the theater. Not quite as intricate as what I've normally seen you in, but easy to spot, and still nice." Really, standing out was the goal of such a piece of clothing, at least in her mind-while it was plain, there was no way not to be seen while wearing it, and it allowed a performer to stand out on the stage. "Are there any here-theaters? Or any other performance spaces?"