Not really

"Mom! Come and look at this!" Fay shouted in excitement when she managed to find one of the nicer dresses that she picked out when we were deciding what to bring and what to leave for later. 

She was currently dressed in the Chinese Qipao, giving me a great view of the sides of her thigh with how the cloth of her outfit cut open and only covered the front and back. On the other hand, her mother donned an elegant, late-night dress that she coupled with an expensive, fur scarf that she loosely wrapped around her shoulders. 

'Just give her glasses and she could cosplay Marlyn Monroe,' I thought, rolling my eyes before turning them back to the less pleasant but much more necessary part of the day. 

While the girls busied themselves with the clothes and all the lovely poses they could strike in those, I had my hands elbow-deep in blood and guts from extracting any potential valuables from the corpses in the field.