"Looking good babe." Melanie shot a couple of finger guns in Samara's direction as she tried to move on to pants. The shape was harder to cut than she would've imagined, and if she tried to make two sleeves like she did with the arms, the weight of each individual pant leg would probably break the flimsy thread. So, she ended up with a long, heavy skirt that trailed down to her feet. She found the leather belt from the stockings, newly unlocked from whatever Samara had done to it, and fastened the fur around her waist as securely as she could. Melanie would still have to figure out boots and a hood, but for the most part, the bulk of the clothing was finished. It was heavy, and would probably wear her out if she tried to run in it, not to mention a good swipe from just about anything could snap the vine thread that had sewn it together. For now though, it would do. "What say we give this a test run? Maybe Diana, Korlish, and Walsh are almost back?" Melanie said, caught up in the softness of her new outfit, doing a few poses while spinning the hem of the skirt.