Foreign Princess

Into the Bazar

Her morning began simple.

Wake, look outside, got washed up and go down into the bazar to shop for a more appropriate outfit for the area, purchase a map to explore more easily and get some food to have in her room.

Makaria had noticed that the people luckily happened to actually speak some good amounts of English, so she thanked her luck as she found her first vendor selling clothing and moved over to look through the intricately designed fabrics only breaking concentration as the vendor spoke to her with an obvious accented slang.

"Hello Miss can I help you find anything?" spoke the skinny elderly merchant behind the stand causing Makaria to look up at him, her lips turn up in a kind smile not noticing the gasp coming from the man as he had noticed something he had never thought he would get to see in his life time before straightening himself as she replied.

"Oh yes actually, as it seems, I was rushed before coming here to this land so I had not prepared proper clothing and we'll... the weather here is much different than what I am use too, so my clothing is well...too warm to adventure around, so I was looking to purchase some suitable clothing but I'm...." She scratched at her cheek awkwardly pausing, the man in understanding of what she was going to say had finished for her "you have no knowledge of which clothing to look for".

She nodded, looking down to her hands embarassed as she nervously fiddled with her fingers, the old man smiling gently had took her hand to lead her around where he had some racks of other clothing not displayed up front for they were traded goods, her eyes curiously on the old man as he was looking over the rows of beautiful clothing.

"Do not worry miss, I will help find the perfect clothing for you".

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Makaria continued to watch as he started sifting through the clothing and grabbed out an arm full of one he believed would not only fit her perfectly but suit her and be comfortable, dumping the clothing in her arms as he ushered her in further towards a small room "you can change in here to see if it fits and if you like it".

She smiled in thanks and nodded as she pulled the curtain closed and began to remove the hated dress that the Summers would force her to wear, letting it pool on the floor without care and began to situate and pull on the outfit the man had given her to try, finding it was actually more easy to get right than she had thought.

When done she had stepped out and the elderly merchant looked back at her in near shock before moving to an opposite wall grabbing a few other items then returning, helping her with applying them properly and showing her the correct way to fix them to the outfit then gently turned her by her shoulders to look into an old dusty mirror.

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The mirror looked to have been owned since he was a child, the frame being worn down and chipped, the glass itself full of caked dust and in need of a major cleaning but it still allowed her to see herself, her eyes going wide at her reflection looking back at her, she nearly didn't recognize herself.

The outfit was a match of white fabrics, loose but light Arabian style pants with a belly dancer style top the crossed perfectly over her chest covering just enough to hide the left over bruising on her body but still revealed a good portion of her body where a dangling diamond hung from her belly button, a decoration Rosetta Summers demanded she had needed to enhance her rare sexual appeal, a clear fabric veil over her head hanging the length of her loose curled hair no longer pinned up like a halo with a golden bangled band holding it in place, the same bangled band style belt wrapped around her hips holding a deep and light mixed violet and gold half skirt splitting crossed over in the front, her ankles and arms plus her wrists were now decorated with multi toned golden bangles that match with a half thick necklace that clasped together with more coin like charms hanging from it intricately as finally her feet bore comfortable simple golden lined strapped sandals, she was amazed to say the least, it was beautiful and somewhere in her mind she thought it looked as if it was made for her specifically.