If Beatrix hadn’t had such good control of her emotions and facial expressions, she would have flinched at the ‘bloodsuckers’ insult, you’d think Carson would have a little more respect for the race he was currently speaking with… it’s not like she could call him a ‘bloodbag’ and have that be okay. She shook it out of her mind and let him finish his spiel. 

"A classy vampire nightclub, you say? Odd, I guess I'll have to leave my hooker get-up for another mission." Trixie said to Carson with a bit of a chuckle "Good thing I brought all of those clothes with me, eh, Englishman? I have the perfect outfit for every occasion." But ten minutes? That was barely enough time to lace up a corset, let alone also have to prepare the newbie vamp and humans.

When David asked for her help in vampire style advice she agreed to help him, but said that she needed to go get herself dressed first… because looking classy took a little bit more time for a woman. Trixy encouraged David to go check out what kind of clothing Mikael had to offer and agreed to meet them in the men’s quarters once she was completely ready. She used her vampiric speed to flit away from David and the others and go back to her room. Trixy slung one of the suitcases on her bed and unzipped it. Once the zipper was about halfway undone, the pressure of the clothing inside caused the top of the suitcase to fly open and clothes flung about. Beatrix couldn’t help but laugh as she rifled through them to find the correct articles. She pulled on a pair of black fishnets and laced up a dark black and blue leather corset, pulling the strings so tight that a human in her place would have broken ribs and no way to breathe. Trixy’s skirt fluffed out from the bottom of the corset in gothic elegance, with tufts of black tulle at her hips that could easily holster and conceal her dual pistols, she had it designed for that purpose. Her combat knife was hidden underneath her corset and between her shoulder blades. Trixy clipped a miniature black top hat with dark feathers, lace, and a birdcage veil in her hair. If she could see herself in the mirror, she knew that she would look the perfect part of a Victorian-era vampire.

Before even a few moments had passed, she was well on her way to the men’s quarters to meet up with David and Mikael.