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It had surprised Bay to hear that there was going to be a raucous party in such refined Victorian times, but the more she really thought about it, the less it surprised her. The settings had changed, but the morals probably hadn't. After all, she didn't feel like going out and subjugating third world countries just because she was in a corset. So why would she want to stop partying? And besides, according to Wikipedia, Queen Victoria had totally not been about lying back and thinking of England. She had been all about lying back and thinking about her husband. And other positions. And stuff.

And, with that in mind, when Bay had heard about a no holds barred party, she'd run to the strange boutiques and 'purchased' a few dresses. She was now busily sorting them out, laying coordinates over her bed and nightstand, matching a tulle black petticoat with an emerald green frock and then stepping back to reconsider if she'd need a coat to get there and back. And then with the addition of a coat came a whole new matter of finding shoes that matched coat and outfit and wouldn't slip on the ice.

"Getting dressed should not be so hard," Bay muttered to herself, holding up a bonnet for some brief consideration. Still, even she had to admit it was pretty fun.

And now for the matter of jewelry...