Marcia took a few more steps towards the Men's Wing on the ice cold floor before deciding that this wasn't going to be tolerable. While the Women's Wing was probably the best bet for girl's clothes, it was obviously not viable.
So, Marcia went looking for the next best thing, the laundry room. Unfortunately, that was conveniently located in the basement. Which not only meant even colder floors, but the added bonus of minimal lighting.
Marcia kept a far less cautious pace than she would typically consider wise as she made her way rapidly to her destination. Thankfully, she arrived in one piece. She then set to digging out anything that would fit her among the clothes.
As expected the vast majority of clothes were meant for either Christine or her staff, but eventually she came across a single outfit her size, a full set of horse riding apparel. As she pulls on the thick pants, button up shirt, blazer, and tall boot, Marcia wondered how well she would pass for a high society "horse girl".
That thought is enough to cause her to giggle. Though that stopped when a new sound reached her ears from somewhere in the basement. The source seemed to have heard her because it was moving her way. It was still too far to identify, but Marcia was certain it wasn't human. Thinking fast Marcia...