The top of the elf's head barely reached the seat of Hepzibah's chair, and her papery skin hung off her frame just like the crisp linen sheet she wore draped like a toga.
Instead of the traditional tunic and toga of the glory days of the Senate, most of the new general-emperors adopted that most practical and most barbaric of garments: pants.
You know, you used to have this idea of, well, if they're advanced, they've managed to survive, so of course they're gonna be wearing togas, you know, and be singing Kumbaya.