Please, don't make it pink...

Artem discretely followed Winifred with his eyes as she left the room, wishing he could follow her. Unfortunately that wasn't the case and he was soon directed to the closet. Letting out a silent sigh he followed Lars' directions and went into the closet. He did excatly as Lars said, though it felt very unnatural for him to do so. If wasn't because he was shy I any way, but this whole situation just made him feel completely out of place.

He didn't look at Lars and just wanted to get on with this. "Please, just don't make my clothes pink or something like that..." He quietly said, not entirely sure if the others could still hear him or not. You never knew what the latest fashion amongst the nobels was and sometimes they were the ones wearing the most ridiculous clothes of all. He certainly didn't want to look as a complete fool.