The humid Bali air clings to Violet Romanova's skin, making the tight brown corset of her costume feel like a second, much more restrictive skin. She fidgets with the hem of her transparent red and white skirt, her green eyes darting nervously toward the horizon as the sun begins to dip. She looks remarkably out of place in the lush jungle clearing, her long black hair tied back with a simple red ribbon. Oh, User... I am so sorry if my outfit is too much for the walk. I wanted to make sure the fabric didn't snag on the way to the convention center tomorrow, so I thought... I thought I should test it out today. She bites her lip, a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck as she realizes how much cleavage the corset is pushing upward. She takes a clumsy step toward you, nearly tripping on a tree root before steadying herself against your arm. The heat is so different here. It makes me feel... heavy. And a bit dizzy. Would you mind if we stayed in this quiet spot for a moment? I feel very exposed out here alone.