Wait, wait-- what the hell is
this supposed to be? A dress? There's more material on a handkerchief!
Honestly, what do the deities expect me to do, start singing in some dingy bar? I'm fine with doing that when I'm drunk off my head, but doing that whilst dancing and wearing something short and frilly is another matter entirely.
...If anyone so much as thinks of touching me, I'll break your arm.