<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br/><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thorn & Talon, "The Chapel" - The Side Room -> Party<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Time to go enjoy oneself<br/><hr/><br/>It was quite clear that they all had a rather good idea what it was they were going to do at this point, and The Queen seemed to agree.  They were, of course, recently promoted to one of the highest ranks in the order after all, one would hope they were all competent assassins at this point.  Triss reflexively stands up from her seat, the slit of her dress coming closed around her legs as she does, as The Queen rises from her own seat.<br/><br/>"I'm sure we'll catch you in the morning, Dhalia," she adds thoughtfully as she considers some minor preparations that she could make before going off to fight a necromancer and his horde.  The thought obviously passes quickly.<br/><br/>"The more we drink tonight," she begins to explain, looking to Vulra, Gilead, and Xinshi, "the easier it will be for us to pass as the dead in the morning while hungover."<br/><br/>"In the meantime, I think I'll go enjoy myself for a while," she adds after another short pause, taking a moment to consider her outfit once more.  With the brief movement of her lips the black leather of her dress shifts about her.  The material seems almost to ooze up over her chest to her bare neck where it loops around into a leather collar, tight against her skin and just above the collarbones.  Two lengths of stiff cloth reach downward from the collar, one over each breast, forming an X as they cross over one another just below her chest, wrapping around her until rejoining together at her back, just below her tail which freely dangles behind her.  At her hips a simple belt resting low on her hips and holding that X of material from her neck to her waist tight to her skin.  The ankle-length skirt shortens only slightly to just below her calves, making the leather boots she wore more obvious.  The color soon shifts afterwards, a dark red spreading like the crimson of a wound soaking through a shirt until it is a red-black of clotting blood, instead of a pure black it was previously.<br/><br/>She stretches her still-bare arms over her head as her tail makes a slow, languid sway through the air behind her.  "Now to see about that drink," she mentions as her arms fall back to her sides.  She begins to make her way back out of the side room to rejoin the festivities.  As she walks by her tail flirtatiously runs momentarily along Vulra's leg, hooking briefly around her knee.<br/><br/>"Do try not to set too many people on fire," she suggests to Balt as she walks by, bringing up a hand run her fingertips over one of the horns protruding from his head slowly.<br/><br/>"Do come by later if you decide you might need some...special concoctions, love," she suggests to<em>The Lady</em>with a crooked grin.<br/><br/>Once back out into the main festival hall she abruptly takes a glass to drink of whatever it was the various serving-girls (and boys as the case may be) were carrying about.  She waited, for a time, near the entrance to the side room observing the party to see where she might insert herself.