(Clarissa's more or less just thinking about her fiance and the possibility that she likes Denver right now)
Clarissa stared at the clothes. Grey skirts that only reached to her knees, blouses, grey jackets, and grey trousers were all folded and put on shelves. Brightly colored shirts were hung up, bits of paper stuck to them. Tattered blue pants were put in a drawer, and colorful skirts were shoved into a corner. Clarissa removed her red dress and folded it, placing it on a shelf. She wondered idely if she should take off her black leather corset and her short silk pants as well, but she decided against it. She took a string of claws from around her neck and stared at the bone pendant which hung from it. Two silver rings hung from an ivory oval, which had an arrow ensnared in vines carved onto the front. Clarissa opened the locket and stared at a sketch of her sister. The opposite side was filled with blood.
Clarissa felt a great sadness wash over her as she stared at the red, the sign that the boy she loved was dead. Executed by Clarissa's father, so that she could marry the man he had chosen for her.
Clarissa grabbed a bright pink shirt from a rack and unclipped it from the hanger. She slipped it over her head and put her arm through the single, short sleeve. She then pulled a pair of torn pants over her legs. Her bare feet were red from the cold, so she pulled on a pair of pink socks which hurt her eyes a little when she looked at them. She found a pair of pink and white tennis shoes on the floor, but she didn't know how to put them on. She resolved to ask Denver, doubting that Judeth would know. She walked to a mirror and found that the pink top revealed the right strap of her corset, the colors contrasting with, yet somehow complimenting each other.
Clarissa carried the shoes out of Judeth's room and walked to Denver's. She knocked on the door and was answered by groggy moans.
"Go away Judeth," Denver moaned, "I'm tryin' to sleep!"
"It's Clarissa. I need some help."
"Come in."
Clarissa pushed on the door, but the door didn't move. She pushed harder, but she got the same result.
"Door opens the other way," Denver said.
Clarissa pulled on the doorknob, and the door swung open. She walked into the dark room and sat down on the bed. She sprang to her feet when she heard a sharp cry of pain. She looked at the bed, and saw Denver lying in it.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you were there."
"It's okay," Denver replied.
Clarissa showed him the shoes and he groaned.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I didn't even know Judeth still had that stuff... Dad must've gotten it for her."
Denver stood and took the shoes from Clarissa. He helped her put them on and tied the laces for her. Clarissa studied his movements, memorising every detail, in case she would have to repeat the process.
Clarissa turned, noticing how Denver stared at her.
"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" She asked.
"You're wearing tags," Denver explained. He pointed to a sticker which was stuck to Clarissa's pants just above her knee. Clarissa nodded and peeled it off. She pulled the tags from her shirt and her pants, turning when she had pulled them all off. "Better," Denver commented.