[ Tsukuyo doesn't look bad in green, per say. It's just never a colour she would normally pick out for herself on any given day. Refusing to respect any kind of desire for a theme on Pheme's part had been the order of the day, until Tsukuyo's maid had managed to twist her arm enough to at least getting her to agree to wear a palest green number, with matching jewels in her necklace and earrings. It's far too... sparkly for Tsukuyo's usual tastes but she knows when to pick her battles.

Of course, it's completely unsuitable for trying to make ones' way through a damn rain forest and as she makes her way through, in her head the blonde woman is also making steady progress through every curse word she knows. Most of them directed at Bella, her maid.

If you run into her somewhere in the depths of the Palm House, she'll be doing one of the following: ]

a.

[ She's pursuing one of the nymphs - not because she's mesmerised by their beauty and wants to get in their pants, or whatever other reason some of you leches might be wanting to talk to them. No, this is straight up pursuit in an attempt to get answers and hopefully a more direct way out of here.

However, no matter how swift she might normally be, (and she's definitely being hindered by this gown) it's as though these damn women can vanish into thin air at the drop of a hat. One minute she's almost within touching distance, the next minute they're gone. It's beyond hot and humid in here and she knows that she needs to conserve her energy, however one last attempt has her leaping down from a tree after one of them again, only to narrowly avoid colliding with you. ]

Damnit-

[ Suffice to say, the nymph woman is gone before she even has a chance to say anything more. ]

b.

[ The harsh sounds of fancy material being sliced, cut and generally ruined fill the air. Tired and thoroughly pissed off at being dressed like this in such an environment, Tsukuyo has had enough. Tanto sword in hand, she's bent over, setting about slicing through the material of her gown and the skirts beneath until the length just about skims her knees, even if it is lopsided as all hell (it's hard to slice the back when she's wearing the damn thing okay?). Much easier for movement.

Any sliced off material is being discarded over her shoulder - maybe some of it hits you? ]

[[ ooc: Likely won't lead to anything actively sexual without aphro brought into the mix, but down for just naked awkwardness and hilarity. ]]

[ It was inevitable that she would end up feeling incredibly thirsty sooner rather than later in this heat. Her stubborn pursuit of the nymphs hand't exactly helped this, even with half of the length of her gown gone to cool her down a little bit. The material that is left is still unbearably stuffy.

Being faced with the beautiful crystal clear waters of one of the rain forest pools is an unbearable temptation. She's sweating, she's tired and she's thirsty and there isn't another soul around. Taking a dip will help her cool off, recover and come up with a plan. It's as if the waters are calling to her, so hypnotic is their effect. (Little does she know that that is exactly what is happening here.

The tattered remainders of her gown, gloves, stay and what apparently passes for underwear here ie. basically nothing, are discarded, left on the shore. The jewelled necklace stays, mostly because she can't be bothered to listen to an earful if she loses it in a damn jungle of all places. She's a decent swimmer and diving in butt naked brings immediate and absolute relief. So alluring and blissful is the pool, that her usual sharp hearing and reactions are left behind. ]

[[ ooc: Hit me up at flordelamar or vitt#3421 on discord if you want something else! ]]