when in rome

She hoped she would be alright getting dressed. She had never worn something like this before, but hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult. "You may be handsome, but you're also very cute. I bet you'd look even cuter in a little toga!" Blinking at his next comment about underclothes, Ania wondered if his underwear often escaped him. Perhaps he often lost it, and that's why he wasn't entirely sure. That was definitely something to puzzle over.

After fussing with the cloth for a moment, Ania decided that she probably wouldn't figure this out in a timely manner. "Um!" She wasn't quite sure how to phrase this, and her face slowly turned red in response. trying again, she repeated her 'um' and carried on. "W-would you mind maybe telling me how it goes on? I've never really ... Worn one before and I ah, might need help." It was a little embarrassing to ask for help with getting dressed, but it wasn't like she minded terribly.

Ania didn't expect to be so embarrassed about not knowing how to put on a little clothing. It just looked so difficult. "Okay! I'll be out in a second. Wait for me! Hopefully it doesn't go too terribly wrong..." Hurrying back into the room, Ania stripped quickly and stuffed her body through what she hoped were the appropriate holes. Looking down at herself, she frowned. It didn't look right, bunching in some places and falling awkwardly in others. Tugging at the fabric that clung to her neck, she wondered how people could wear such constricting clothes.

Emerging from the little dressing room, Ania looked a bit confused, wondering if this was the proper way to wear the thing. "Um. Is this right...?" She felt like something was missing, but maybe this was just the way they wore their clothes.

Pouting a bit when Hadrian told her that she had put it on backwards, Ania glanced down once more. Well, she supposed it did feel a bit funny. Her pout only intensified when she heard that she had even laced it wrong. At this point, nudity would have been much easier. "Are you sure clothes are required? There's not many ways you can mess that up."

Ania carefully spun the cloth the right way, and placed her arms through the arm holes. Looking back up expectantly, Ania grabbed Hadrian's hands and placed them back on the laces with a hopeful expression. "You're probably better at dressing in these things than I am. Do you need help with yours, too ...? "

"What happens to naked people? Do they not like naked people?" Well, even people in her own time didn't like strange naked people very much, despite the fact that everyone was naked under their clothing.
Ania had never seen anyone actually wearing a toga, Halloween costumes were probably very inaccurate, and didn't look as complicated as the original togas. "You would be a good super hero. I bet you would be a good gladiator, too. I would cheer you on."

Looking down suddenly, Ania swished the fabric around a little. It felt better than how she originally had it. She didn't know if she looked pretty, but it was definitely nice. "Thank you! You should put yours on so we can go see things!" She wanted to go see the people and brooms and everything before it got dark!

Ania wasn't entirely sure what could possibly happen, but if he was worried, then perhaps it was something very bad. "Oh! But you look so brave and strong, but you're right. I need my loving husband for other things. Unless you misbehave, then I might be tempted."A brief thought entered her head, if she continually introduced him as her husband and got too far into the story, would she end up introducing him as a husband back home? That would be an interesting slip.

After waiting for him to change, Ania was startled when he asked her to help him pin it together. Taking the pin, Ania admired it's decoration and pinned the fabric up carefully. Stepping back, she tilted her head thoughtfully. "Yes. I must stick with my earlier statement: you are just the cutest thing in a toga. You should wear one more often, you know. I bet you could find a whole harem of loving wives with that toga." Following the path they had taken, Ania wandered back out into the dusty streets of Rome. Squinting, she looked around, wondering where they held those fights. She hadn't seen any soldiers around, nor any signs pointing her in the right direction. Pulling a normal looking passerby to the side, Ania stuck her hand on top of her head, mimicking the broom-hat. She wasn't quite sure if they knew either of her languages, so she tried both. "Battle? Bataille?" The pedestrian, confused and alarmed, hurried away from her mimicry and confusing languages.