<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ERG0LH1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Arwen Deveroux ap Leanhaun (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963560#msg13963560)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1st January 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>----<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>Clothing Change<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Quinn<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Kayla, her chauffeur for the day, was just a delight.  Within a few minutes of getting into the car they were laughing about anything and everything, as Arwen simply enjoyed her company.  It was so rare that she could get a ride from a woman, where she didn't have to endure pawing hands or embarrassing or awkward pick up attempts; not that she would have minded at all.  If Arwen had the time, she would have suggested they go back to Kayla's place for some evening entertainment, or at least drinks and more conversation.  The time blew by, and before Arwen knew it, they were at the hotel.<br/><br/>Her heart fluttered in her chest as the Sidhe stepped out of the vehicle, grabbing her sword. "If you are ever around here again, ask for me.  I'm at this hotel quite a bit, and I'd love to see you again." She said to the red-head, blowing a kiss and shutting the door.<br/><br/>Arwen strode with purpose to the Hotel McAlester, and as she did so, her outfit shifted.  Her top and skirt seemed to unroll into near invisible illusion mesh, resplendent with silver lace and an appliqué that resembled an eastern dragon wrapping itself around her to guard her modesty as best a serpent could manage.  To chimerical eyes the illusion lace was wholly invisible, and the gossamer dragon seemed to write and twist around her floating in the air, some times looking at the viewer, sometimes gazing around as if a vigilant sentinel. Her lingerie situation stayed the same as it was before... i.e. not.  Sensible black boots melted away to silver sandal stiletto pumps blinking with crystals to match that she walked on as easily as if they were sneakers.  The pouch on her waist came off and melted away into nothing, her phone, cards and the money clip that contained her I.D. and her life savings staying her her hand.<br/><br/>Quinn was relatively easy to find outside the Hotel, and Arwen looked fondly at them.<br/><br/>"Well met" she said, feeling a shade traditional at the moment. "Can you do something for me quickly before we get in?  I... um.. don't really have pockets in this thing" she said sheepishly, gesturing to her "new" fancy dress "could you hold this phone for me?" holding out her out of power and deactivated Nokia brick phone.  Looking at the cards she paused for a moment "oh and can you text Rick at this number and tell him that we are at the Hotel?" she held the card up for them to see. "He could probably use that information, especially if he finds anything important".  Either way, if Quinn couldn't accept her phone it was not coming with her.  She would not be caught dead clutching a phone reserved for the desperately poor and homeless.   Her clip with the money and cards went under the dress to be attached to a slim silver garter also in the style of a serpent that appeared under her dress as the hem rose ever so slightly to compensate.<br/><br/>"Lets begin, shall we?" she said to her charming companion, taking their arm in hers with her sword in the other.  Head held high, she strode to the guard to be announced and walk up into the freehold.  There was no time like the present, and the Duchess was waiting.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">clothing example</div><div class="spoiler_body">Her dress looks something like this (https://i.imgur.com/GxjGQDH.jpg) </div></div>