With the dress in hand, she slipped down a corridor and entered a dark room.
It wasn't unusual for the back rooms of a bar to be used for unsavoury dealings and unsophisticated brothel activities, so she never used them during any excursions such as these.
Cough cough not that she actually knew about these things, but when desperate times called for desperate measures, she was not above using underhanded means.
Such as dressing as a barmaid to hear the talk of drunkards without drawing any suspicion to herself, or temporarily disfiguring her own face for this same purpose.
She'd read it in a fantastical book once and had thought the idea so cunning that she couldn't resist attempting it herself. Since then, Verinia grew adept to developing personalities for her time out of the palace.