"Oh Vivian Dahling, you're in for a treat!" gushed ember with barely controlled excitement, as he stood from the chair.
"Come with me to my room, and I'll show you something that'll knock his socks off." he continued with a hip wiggle, a broad smile, and a wink, before strolling the the door.
"This way dahling--"
For a moment, Vivian had second thoughts about following this person, but she was equally intrigued by what could possibly be demonstrated, given the clear and profound nature of what they had shared so far. Timidly, and with some trepidation, she followed in Ember's wake.
"I dont bite dahling-- Well, not often.." he cooed with a coy smile. "Just down the hall here, last on the right."
A woman dressed in... something either avant-garde, --or all together made of old rags-- was conversing angrily with the 'gentleman' in the chair that had invaded his room previously, and the tone was not pleasant. Ember hoped she gave him what for, and did his best to otherwise ignore the both of them, as he flicked his wand at the door, causing it to audibly unlock, then glide open.
"Through here--"
Holding the door for Vivian, then closing it behind her furtively, he quickly cast his wand over the door and wall, and frowned. Something had been.... Chewing?... on the wards. With a momentary scowl, he quickly recast, and repaired them.
"What's that all about?" asked Vivian with adorable earnestness.
"That.... PERSON... came into my room through the ceiling, crept down the wall like some venomous spider, and had the CHEEK to interrupt me while I was working dahling. Well I wont have it! He wont be getting in again THAT way, I'll see to it!" he said, gesturing up at the ceiling, and the far wall before putting his hands on his hips, and turning to stroll to the far side of the room.
"But that's that, and not what I want to show you dahling----" he cooed once more, before "painting" with his wand in the open air, causing light and moisture to twist and refract into the appearance of a large, thick drapery dividing the room in half.
"I'm sorry, but my 'creative' process is ... very personal... dahling, so no peeking-- but I will gladly let you see the results." he said with an other hip wiggle and a giggle, before disappearing on the other side.
Hisses, crackles, pops, and flashes of light erupted from around the edges and top of the false curtain, along with delighted humming, and the occasional "Oh yes, that will do it.." and similar utterance.
After some several minutes, Ember re-emerged from behind the curtain in something sleek, but with an altogether too large window for breasts that he clearly did not have to fill the dress out. It was long, and poofy at the sides, a lovely shade of light yellow, with bunting and ribbons, with long white gloves and what looked like diamonds.
"Now the truly FUN part dahling!" he said with with a careful bob and a twirl that would have delighted any princess. "be a doll, and open that footlocker, wont you?" he said while sitting down on the chair beside the bed. "Feel free to sit on the bed honey."
With trepidation, she did as this person asked, noting how seemingly little was actually inside. Just a rather large mahogany box that seemed to open down the middle and fold out, given where the hinges were, along with 3 small drawers in the front, with a large silver compact mirror laying on top.
"When going on business trips, it's important to only pack the essentials, dahling. It was very expensive to ship my entire spring collection for this trip, and well... Allowances HAD to be made."
Vivian was confused. All she could see was a somewhat spartan 1st class cabin, with a practically empty foot locker.
"I dont see any--"
"Oh, they're all down in the cargo hold dear-- Tightly packed with magic-- let's not open them. There's not enough room on the ship." he cooed, as he flicked his wand at the trunk, and the wooden case sailed gracefully through the air on a silvery cushion.
The magic was so complex, but Ember did it so effortlessly and fluidly, it was like watching something from a fairy tale.
"Now then-- ON with the LESSON dahling. Men like ... THAT ... like to think that they control, dominate, and generally dictate the lives of everyone else around them, in a very 'narrow' and 'stunted' vision of how they think things 'should be' dahling. Further, when things go.. shall we say... "Spectacularly Wrong" for them... (giggle).. they tend to get rather vindictive. So-- To prevent any unwanted reprisal dahling, we simply MUST alter our appearances first. You first dear, hold still, don't be frightened."
Ember gingerly flicked his wand this way and that, as the makeup kit opened like a blooming flower, spilling brightly colored pastels, creams, powders and pencils like exotic petals while he worked. In shock, they whirled about her as he continued humming. "These products come from a fine old friend of mine-- Lovely products-- He's been trying to break out of the local market though, and running foul of those same kinds of vicious, dirty, narrow men who feel they need to impose GHASTLY levies on them... But you wont find a better rouge dear.. Despite the name-- Products from The Amazing Onion come HIGHLY recommended." he quipped without missing a beat.
"He gave me that kit just a few weeks ago, as a promotional offering for steering so much business his way. Oh, that lovely little man. He always did know what to get me that would make me smile... And between you and me Dahling-- Using them this way, to get the goat of such a person-- Oh, I shall surely write him about it later, dahling. Guarantee it."
Abruptly, ember leaned back, and took her in. "One last bit dahling, and YOUR look will be complete. He wont suspect a thing."
with a flourish, magic spilled from the tip of his wand, and wrapped around her like gossamer, settling into a very ornate and complex illusion.
"Those tight fitting little things you have on will work just NICELY for this dear-- Plenty of room for the illusions.. Now, the hair, and those cute little ears.."
She gasped, as her golden blonde hair turned jet black, and puffed out to conceal the pointed tips of her ears. In a continuous fluid motion, Ember called up the hand mirror, opened it with a well-practiced single-handed motion, and held it out for her.
The makeup was subdued, but really brought out the angles and features of her face without being overly flashy. The lip color was only slightly more pink than her natural tone-- but the whole totality of the disguise, made her look like a well dressed, but clearly subordinate chamber maid girl for a high class lady.
"Wasn't that FUN dahling!?" he exclaimed, before squirming back into his chair, and flicking his wand around, sending the makeup box and its ungents sailing back his direction. "Now its my turn!"
