Bursting through the RoR door, Chance almost stopped instantly. His mouth hung open as he stood there, taking in all the glory. Everything that had been in that mirror was created here in this room. Fancy drapes, candles, nice silver. Even down to the cream colored table covers. The only thing Chance didn't have was.....

Oh wait... nope. There is was!

Fancy clothes.

A whole wardrobe was sitting off in the corner. IT had fancy clothes from way back when to clothes that looked more modern but fancy. Instantly, Chance's pinky finger went up in the air. Well, his right one. The left one was holding Beezey over his shoulder.

Right....

Chance let Beezey down, somewhat, carefully and stepped away from her. Expecting a slap or two. He didn't care though. He had made it to the fancy room. He turned to Beezey after a minute, his face lighting up. He grabbed her in a hug and swung her around before dropping her back down and facing the room again.

Heading to the wardrobe, he eyed the clothes. He would have to be fancy like the room was!