[It could have been worse, Bulma; you could already be wearing the pink, ruffled horror Mai currently found herself in.]
[The young(?) goddess wasn't entirely sure how she ended up in this situation. One minute, she was tentatively volunteering her services to help fufill...what she thought had been a prayer. Now, she wasn't entirely sure. Of anything, really, starting with how the assistant had managed to get the dress on her so quickly. She was left standing in a state of near-shock, staring blankly ahead of her while only barely acknowledging the reflection in her peripheral vision.]
[Until she heard a shockingly familiar voice. Familiar and loud, carrying across the room with such intensity that Mai knew it could only be one person:]
...Bulma?
[She turned, every ruffle wanting to bounce in a different direction, as wide eyes scanned the room in search of her friend.]
fashionable frills
[The young(?) goddess wasn't entirely sure how she ended up in this situation. One minute, she was tentatively volunteering her services to help fufill...what she thought had been a prayer. Now, she wasn't entirely sure. Of anything, really, starting with how the assistant had managed to get the dress on her so quickly. She was left standing in a state of near-shock, staring blankly ahead of her while only barely acknowledging the reflection in her peripheral vision.]
[Until she heard a shockingly familiar voice. Familiar and loud, carrying across the room with such intensity that Mai knew it could only be one person:]
...Bulma?
[She turned, every ruffle wanting to bounce in a different direction, as wide eyes scanned the room in search of her friend.]