[ tbh the expression on Celes's face, when glancing over at the singing and dancing, is pretty well identical. Don't worry, Shionne, this is a Safe Space for Judging(tm). ]

Going by the living quarters they had you in? I can't blame you.

[ Not that she'd had a good look at the servants' quarters -- it'd been after dark -- but the labour camp hadn't been the kind of place that would have improved in sunlight, to put it lightly. ]

If you're looking for clothes, there's the floating markets, or, uhm... I think there's a fashion district downtown at Elysium...?

[ Celes just kinda trails off, there. She genuinely has no idea. When would she have gone looking for that sort of thing? ]