[The guards lead her out into the many hallways of the ship. They know the way well, despite the corridors being small and difficult to navigate. Perhaps, with time, one could learn the way based on the different murals and sculptures on the walls, but they don't slow down long enough for one to spend much time studying. They just keep marching, clickety-clack, until they come to the door, pushing it open to reveal the dressing room within. There is a large window casting light on a full mirror and the closets are full with both formal and informal attire.]
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