Freya looked up from some clothing shelves, did it really matter what a person wore to a wrestling thing? She actually found herself smiling a little bit, somewhat glad that it wouldn't be her in the ring.

Looking down, Freya found a pair of long, darkwashed jeans, though the knees were torn apart. Considering what other things she had come across, this was one of the least offensive. 'Now I have to find a top...' Her pale eyes looked around, maybe something black? Or should she go with a dark red, or green to go with the already dark jeans?
Searching some more, Freya came across a dark blue, short sleeved top that had a nice plain front, but almost no back, seeing as the fabric dipped down. 'Hmmm...' Sure, her back scarred up and bruised in some places still, but what did that matter? The rest of her skin was like porcelain.

"I'm DONE!" Freya said happily and showed what she was going to buy to one of the employees. 'Crap! Shoes!' "Erm...I guess not yet...darn." She carried her things over to where a selection of shoes were; a pair of black, knee-high boots with laces all the way up caught her attention immediately. "People can wear these and not hurt themselves? Wow...". She picked them up anyway and noticed they were her size, but also had a three inch sole to them. "Ah well, I'll be six foot five, who cares?"

Finally, she made her way over to the employee again. "Okay...NOW I'm done!" Freya gave a sigh of relief, glad that clothes shopping was over. Fortunately, the clothing still seemed fairly lightweight to deal with whatever heat she would have to survive in.