[Which part of it displeases you so, Yae? The copious use of fur trim? The golden epaulets (and yes, those would be quite real)? The overabundance of gathered and layered fabric which would be so perfectly suited to a much more frigid clime, but which, perhaps here, seems a bit too ostentatious?]

[Emet-Selch regards her, and then he smiles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes in the slightest, lifting one hand in what can only be a shrug.]

Well, well. It seems we have a fashionista in our midst. Perhaps you would care to offer a proper critique? After all, I would so hate to fall short of your expectations.

[And here he lets the smile fall as he crosses his arms in front of himself, expectant; waiting.]