She stood in front of the wardrobe in the bedroom she was beginning to hate, as nothing good ever seemed to happen here. Markus opened the door on the right side of the wardrobe, showing a rack full of dresses, all of them very feminine in some way either by being in girly colors or patterned with flowers of some kind. They were all quite short, none reaching down to even brush the knee and there wasn't a pair of pants or even a long skirt in sight.

"Choose a dress, Doll, so we can go to breakfast."