Priscilla refrained from speaking another word. The perfect excuse to hide away lay in her basket, and she took it without hesitation. Once behind the curtain, the young woman let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. Her heart was beating just a little too fast, her cheeks were just a little too warm... The brunette shook her head and slipped out of her borrowed clothes, and into the first outfit. The stomach barring top, poncho and the lovely embroidered jeans she'd chosen herself seemed to pull the outfit together.

Still, nervousness assailed Priscilla as she stepped out from the behind the red curtains to show off the look to Key. "What do you think? It's not the me I'm used to, so it's a little difficult to judge how well it suits me." She felt for one of the beads on the poncho, and started playing with it as she waited for the final verdict.