I Know Something About Pain You Don't

Tahiri actually had no idea what to do in these situations; formal dances were so very much not in her realm of experience. And she felt awkward in a dress, even if it was comfortable. She stood in front of her mirror, frowning. Was this bit supposed to fall quite that way?

But she still wasn't wearing shoes. The possibility of toes getting stepped on hadn't occurred to her.

[OOC: For the date (and the roomie if he'd like), and SP is love . . .]