[It has taken her forever to find a
dress simple enough for her tastes in the sumptuous wardrobe provided: a pale pink gown that swishes around her ankles with a square-cut neck and elbow-length sleeves, trimmed in short but delicate lace. It took her twice as long to figure out how to tie up all of the ribbons and lacings. The French are masochists when it comee to fashion, if you ask Sango; she is definitely not used to this kind of fashion, as proved by the clumsily-tied bows and rumpled fabric.
She clears her throat with as much dignity as she can muster, looking irritated and embarrassed. She would have used the voice function rather than the video, but she's far from technology-savvy and has only figured out how to shoot a video.]
This is absolutely ridiculous.
What right does this man have to dictate what we wear?
[[ooc; yes, I know the dress is a short lolita thing. Pretend it's not. > w>]]