Whereas Karla was still dressed in her white nightgown--a slightly more abbreviated version of the type she usually wore in Fandom, in deference to the heat. They looked like two sides of a morality play, especially with the feathers in the air. A sexy, sexy morality play.

"Woe is you," Karla deadpanned, sitting down on the edge of the bed to laugh. "Isn't this like one of your Rumor Gal storylines? To have an important date and nothing to wear?" She eyed Raven with a grin. "If you're really set on black, you can always wear what you've got on now."

YOU ARE WELCOME, JONO.