Goodness, I hadn't expected to fill this out quite so much… A certain unsteadiness seeming present both in the gait and the spirit of a woman who usually seemed so very difficult to flap as it were, Sung Lo Mei walked down the street as briskly as she could manage upon a pair of shoes with a sharp and almost weaponised heel, and with every window or perhaps gaze which she saw herself reflected in couldn't help but look down at the garment she had changed into with unusual worry.
I don't think it's *too* tight? Raised in the sanctity of a temple but far from so strictly that she had never sported a dress in her life, all the same it felt like one of this rather snug whiteness was something which had yet to find its way into her wardrobe, and while she had found it to be rather cute upon first inspection now that it was wrapped around those none too lacking curves and highlighting her long legs and other parts she couldn't help but feel a sense of disquiet within her.
Seems like people are staring, though? I hope it looks okay… In truth feeling her pulse having quickened the very first time she had spotted a pair of eyes lingering upon her and feeling worried that she looked rather foolish in something like this, it was fair to say she felt far less comfort in this second skin than she typically did her battle suit or something more casual, but with the revelation of where her new teacher had chosen for them to eat it had only been appropriate to dress up a bit, no? Though, hopefully she could do so without embarrassing herself, eh?