It's a much faster process to disarm herself than when they had done it for her, and she just leaves her weapons in a neat row by the door -- though she does make sure he can hear what she's doing. Her clothes follow, abandoned in a comparatively sloppy pile near them as she changes into the red Chinese dress she'd bought at the festival. It was a far cry from tradition, though, considering the way its cut ended just below her rear. "There~" A quick tug to the ties of each of her buns, and she rakes her hands through her hair to let it fall to her shoulders.