A soft gasp of admiration escaped Leolo when he saw Rose wearing the nightgown.  It was as if she too had dropped her human disguise and revealed a fairy’s true beauty.  “There is not a lady in my court who could look more beautiful,” he admitted, his gaze lingering on Rose’s breasts.  The nightgown barely covered them, and each breath Rose took seemed likely to lift them entirely free of its embrace.  Leolo suddenly felt very eager to be alone with his guest.<br/><br/>“Elvie,” he suggested, “why don’t you take the purse back to your room and choose there?  You can return it to Rose in the morning.”<br/><br/>“But I have a present for Rose!  For being my friend.”<br/><br/>“Alright, give Rose your present.  But then you go.  Rose needs to come to bed.”<br/><br/>Taking a necklace from her own throat, Elvie solemnly hung it around Rose’s.  It was a small glass vial, suspended on a gold chain -- and inside the vial, gold powder shimmered and swirled like a tiny sandstorm.  “Thank you for being my friend,” Elvie giggled, curtseying in midair.  “Now I will go so you can<span style="font-style: italic">sleep</span>.”  Glancing over at Leolo, Elvie began giggling even louder.  Then she vanished, taking the purse with her.