[ Considering baths and swimming are usually done in public and with others where she's from, obviously sans clothes, Ciri doesn't even bat an eye as Julie strips to change. She's seen plenty of semi- and fully-naked women (though she'd admit, Julie is certainly a shapely one).

That brilliant smile is contagious, and Ciri immediately smiles back. ]

You think so? And-- oh, my makeup? All right, if you'd like to. Thanks.

[ Ciri ducks away only briefly to go back for the costume she'd chosen, following suit. The clothing is a bit strange to her, but she figures it's easy enough to tell where to put her arms and legs go. The material is still... a mystery. ]

Say... what is this made out of, anyway? It's not any leather I've seen. Or smelled.

[ It also takes her a minute to figure out how the fuck to unclasp the bodice part. This woman has never seen a zipper before. But she tugs, and it comes undone, and it's self-explanatory from there.

She doesn't realize it, but the pleather goes on a lot easier in the Horizon than it would in the real world, mostly because she doesn't expect it to cling and stick the way it should. She's not wriggling or hopping around nearly as much as the tight, shiny material probably warrants. Ciri slides the trousers up her legs -- strong and leanly-muscled, as covered in scars as her arms, and there's a flash of something colorful tattooed on her inner thigh before it's hidden -- and then tries to figure out how to get the top on. ]