Sigil: City of Doors

Waiting in line wearing a conservative jacket and pants, though of course the headful of fluffy blonde hair flowing in all its glory, as the hours tick away in the building of the most horrendous torture known to multiverse, bureaucracy.

The gnomish jinkskirt from Toril wastes her time grooming her hair until she's up next. A scroll with a long list in her hand as she takes a little step stool to actually reach over the edge of the high counter.

"Good evening miss, my name is Helga Shortskirt and I am here to get my documentation in order. Firstly here are the filled out forms of information and permit requests for risque garb and working licence withing Sigil. And here I have a list of possible offences and things I wish to know if I need a permit for and which is illegal."

The scroll starts out with the technical terms of indecent exposure of skin, up to public exhibition. Going with possibilities of adultery by association, adultery, marriage to multiple partners, Manslaughter of a spouse, Manslaughter by association of a spouse. Continuing on with acts that turn more and more descriptive as the scroll just keeps going, taking a good hour to actually go along it. Possibly angering all of the people that arrived after her until she is put forward to the loop of legal hell.

Tess's frequenting of the Hall actually proves to be amusing for a change, as she steps out of her book-built fort to listen in on this list. An inquisitive smirk is apparent, as she listens for a hint of the blonde's intentions.
*The dusky skinned woman leans against the door frame, arms crossed, grinning* Quite the eye for detail, you've got there. We should have a talk when your curiosity is sated. *Motions to the list with the last comment*