While Yuri's normal state of dress involves showing off a lot of leg, a lot of the clothing here seems designed to show off everything else and leave little to the imagination. It's frankly incredibly embarrassing, and the only reason Yuri hasn't turned tail and fled is a displaced sense of politeness that tells her she hasn't endured long enough to be able to delicately retreat.

So she stands around, back straight and her expression carefully neutral, even if her face is a nice shade of pink and her ears are bright red as an indicator to her embarrassment. She's trying really hard not to stare too much at people modeling their new clothes, and it's Imriel's voice that gets her attention-- Well, that, and what exactly he's actually saying.

"Um." She coughs a little, looking amused despite herself and like she's not sure if he was trying to make a joke or not. "I don't think a lot of people would take that as a compliment." Yuri speaks up in a delicate tone, pushing her hair behind her ear. "I think it's for anyone to wear, if...They have the confidence for it. I guess."