Heishe turns her gaze on Cora and nods, smiling. "That's lovely, Cora. And there's space for a few knives if you want them, by the side and under the skirt." She smiles and picks up her own dress, taking it into a dressing room to change into.

Once she's changed, the dragonborn steps out with a wink. "What do you think?"

Heishe's Dress since Books is way too obsessed with Pinterest:

Vincent nods in approval at both Cora and Heishe's dresses. "Both of ya look very lovely! They'll be stunned once you all walk through the door." The fighter then glances over to Drusilla. "I know you said you already had somethin' but has anything else caught your eye at all, lass?"

"Not particularly. Fashion isn't much of a concern to me, in all honesty."

"Lovely." Heishe ducks back into the changing room and changes back into her normal clothes. "Let's get this wrapped up, shall we?"

Cora stepped out and showed the group. Oh god, here it comes. Don't kill them all if they say something mean. Wait. They DIDN'T say anything mean. At all. Cora eased up, and relaxed. Lu-Lu made a crack. "What knives?" she gulped, trying to get used to the tightness of the dress.

It pressed against her athletic form like a second skin and the top pushed her breasts up to the point where it was almost hard to breathe. Only by her legs was it more open, allowing her to move easily. She stood there like a man, not knowing very well how to be ladylike and feminine. 

Heishe came out and, like Lu-lu, knew how to show off a dress. They looked very pretty, but Cora would never admit it in front of everyone. She was jealous, and tried to hide it. At the comment about storing knives, she saw the spot they were talking about, and it would work. She gave everyone a soft smile for being kind, went back into the dressing room to change back into the familiar and comfortable, and purchased the overpriced silk dress.

Lu-lu, after getting out of the crushed velvet dress, stares back and forth between it and the sexy black dress, lips set in a line of consternation.

”shoot...” she mumbles as she looks at her too light purse.

Heishe glances at Lu-lu, smiling faintly, and hands her ten gold pieces with a wink after paying for her own dress. She then glances at the others as they leave the store. "I'll meet you back at the tavern, I've got one additional stop to make."

Lu-lu smiles at Heishe and gives her a big hug, "Thanks Heishe, for the dress! And the shopping and advice!" She sets the dragonborn back down before turning to the group, "I have an assignment from the Order of Aster to break up some fights between the Zhents and the Xanathar guild out in the Field ward. Anyone want to come?"

"Come back in one piece." Cora said to Heishe as she reluctantly paid for a dress she'd probably only wear once. Then she perked up at the mention of Xanathar. "If this mission has any chance of kicking the crap and or murdering members of the Xanathar Guild, i'm in."

"I'm willing to come along and help maintain order in the city by stopping these street gangs." "As am I."

When he was alive, he tormented me, and when he was dead, he tormented me.
The nightmares began after I killed him.
I would get them all the time. From that point on, I never slept well.
Bad dreams, the ones that..aren't just dreams. Something more.
It was then that..whatever was wrong with me, depression now made the list.
A slow, downward hopeless spiral.
The nightmares were always the same.
I'm a child, it's dead nighttime. A place I don't know. The sky, unfamiliar.
Endless grass fields wherever I look. And him in the distance. I see him.
He's a terrible horrible black shadow chasing me, but I run in slow motion.
Panic. Fear. Raw primal fear. I try to run and scream until my voice is hoarse.
Always my father catches up to me, and he hurts me with the plank.
Every night it's the same. Every night I run. Every night he catches up to me.
I wake up. Scared. Terribly shaken. Despair hugs me like a lover and doesn't let go.
The feelings stay with me during the day, but it mutates into something else.
Anger. Frustration. Cruelty. Violence. And..loneliness. Hopeless emptiness.
When I acted upon those emotions, I felt better, the beast inside me was..addicted.
I didn't like it. I didn't want it. I did not ask to be fueled this way.
But I was my father's daughter and he was inside my head. A destiny I didn't want.
I drank and killed and screamed and cried but nothing made it go away.
Between the tears and over the centuries I wondered what I am, what he was, and why mother left me.
But those questions never got answered.

As the four of you, minus Heishe, finishing getting your dress clothes put away at the manor, you head out towards the Field Ward. It doesn't take long to find a large group of people gathered around yelling.

"I don't care if you didn't kill him, your snake tattoo says enough about you1"

"Well at least my boss is of this world eye freak!" 

You see two groups of thugs bristling for a fight. It looks like 4 to 7 thugs on each side of the fight. Tensions are getting high as they hurl insults back and forth. 

Cora stood with the group and casually unlocked the safety on her sword belt that was wrapped around her sexy leathered thigh and observed the two groups, noting which members were of what faction. Her hand lingered around the hilts of the blades.

"So, Lu-lu." she said, looking up at her, not down, because Lu-lu is tall, not short like Cora previously thought until it got cleared up. "This is your gig. What do you wanna do? Hopefully it involves murdering the Xanathar Guild members. But if not, i'll just be..dissapointed." she said through gritted teeth, but you could tell she was partially kidding with you.

Drusilla also looks to see what Lulu's call is going to be, although unlike Cora, she isn't interested in who belongs to what faction. Xanathar, Zhentarim, both of them are criminals that must either turn from their ways or be burned by Erathis.

Heishe:

Vincent had usually been one to give the orders, but he left that life years ago. Now it was up to Lulu to decide what it was they do. The soldier looks to her with a confident smile upon his face, letting her know that whatever she decided, he would follow.

Lu-lu considers the situation, before leaning in to the group, “be ready to jump in if this goes south.” And she strides forward right into the center between the two vocal members.

”Hey! Let’s calm down, and talk this out. What seems to be the problem?” PERSUASION: 23

"With pleasure." Cora growled, her lip twisting slightly into a smirk. But this was Tallulah's deal. Cora remembered that. So she stayed alert. Protect your friends, and if you have the chance, poke the Xanathar full of holes. Yeah. She ached for that outcome to happen. Then caught herself. No. Yes. No. Yes. Hhhh. Act in the best interest of the group and Lu-lu. Fine. As she mentally debated with herself, she kept a watch on the crowd.

The thrugs all turn to you, "Who are you? F%*K off. Our problem ain't none of your concern." They don't seem very persuadable. You may be able to scare them off though. 

Lu-lu sets her mouth in a pout, puffing up her chest a bit, “Excuse you. I am for the Order of Aster, and you WILL talk this out with me as mediator or I will be forced to beat the fight out of you.” She flexes, flaring her nostrils a bit. INTIMIDATION: 4