If the idea were run by him later he might go ahead and take Sen right here in this bed the moment the festivities are done and they have the time to themselves again, right on top of all the nice clothes that he would be tossing aside with much less ceremony than it was put on.

Dorian smooths down the layers of fine material as they're cinched, clasped, and arranged, giving the Inquisitor a bit more bulk and presence, especially when the silk is added. The embroidery is similar in pattern to that around his own waist, though his own doesn't lay claim to the goddess that Sen venerates. It's merely a visual similarity, and a subtle show of support on his part. About the only part of him that's subtle really.

As requested, Dorian moves to help tie the sash in place, smoothing a hand over it when it's properly arranged to pull the whole outfit together.

He steps back again, regarding Sen with his fingers under his chin, head at a tilt. "If it weren't such a process I might say you should wear such things more often," he comments thoughtfully, looking quite approving. He moves to the vanity table provided with the room where he'd placed some of his own cosmetics for use for this affair, not surprised to see that none of it had been touched. He turns back again and holds out a hand.

"Come, I've still got to see to it that you don't look so much like a bird's nest."