Mina Rose's eyes sparkled as she leaned in, the distance between them closing. Whatever perfume she was wearing, appropriately enough, smelled faintly of roses, mixing pleasantly with the earthiness of her own scent. "Well," she breathed, her voice low and sultry in a way that, based on the prudishness of her upbringing, could only have been inherited from her mother, "I 'eard that ladies in the city wear all sorts o' excitin' things under their dresses 'ese days. I came 'ere wiv'out much in th' way o' clothes, an' I 'aven't the coin ta purchase more yet, so, I suppose gettin' me a few such garments woul' be a mighty kind gesture from a noble todd." She made a show of examining her claws for dirt as she remarked, "Course, I'd have ta try 'em on there an' then ta make sure 'ey fit. Only the courteous thing ta do, after all."