<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JCoNFHJ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lily Jimenez<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Mess Hall<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion, Nerissa, Open<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her usual T-Shirt and jeans, and a bomber jacket. (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpicture-cdn.wheretoget.it%2F1houij-l-610x610-jacket-black-bomber-patch-women-summer-beauty-cool-black%2Bbomber.jpg&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwheretoget.it%2Flook%2F2277461&tbnid=M05SnUBK42DD-M&vet=10CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg..i&docid=C2N3n6H8A4jfiM&w=433&h=610&q=bomber%20jacket%20woman%20&client=firefox-b-1-d&ved=0CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nerissa never failed to live up to expectations. The inventory of Albion's pockets were just... precious. "Oh, Foxxie, that's what happens when you're a man's man like Snowball. What you're seeing is the detritus of a life well led. Maybe Frond was right." Lily gave an affected sigh. "I could very well be taking you away from paradise. Oh what a serpent I am." She felt a pang of actual pity for the guy. It wasn't so much a journey of self-discovery as it was a dissection.<br/><br/>With Albion's ordeal over and the poor victim getting dressed, Lily felt safe enough to put on her trademark smirk and note, "Well that was<em>interesting</em>, to say the least." Then turning and fixing the white-haired sharpshooter in her gaze, she added, "Now you can start to understand what we have to do to make you happy all the time. Though we're usually wearing<em>something</em>as it's going on." And then apparently it was on to phase two. "Well if he's going to get his makeup done, we might as well do ours as well," Lily noted. "I think it's pretty obvious Snowball's a winter, and I think you'd be a spring Foxxie. But me... me... Damn! I'm paler than he is come to think of it, aren't I?" She trotted into a chair herself and spun it a few times. "Well, I hope someone here can work magic then. Apparently, the point is for all of us to be hotties." She shrugged. Lily was much better as passable friend, or better still as<em>I don't care about how you think I look</em>than she was as sultry vixen. Especially given that they had a real live actual literal vixen demon in the room. Who, to be fair, wasn't all that good at the smoky sultry stuff. Funny, wasn't it? The vixen was in fact the ingenue, and the other not-so-vixen a computer geek rebel, so the best shot at vixen they actually had was<em>the guy</em>.<br/><br/>The very thought made her laugh. Lily had come in search of amusement and somehow Foxxie had already flushed out enough of it to last her a lifetime. Well, a normal person's lifetime. Lily's need for chaos needed refills on an irrationally frequent basis. And that little voice was already in her head, asking for more, more,<em>more!</em><br/><br/>"So... I guess do me up, full Disney character style. If you can," she added with another devil-may-care grin towards the attendant, who may very well have been envying the coworker beautifying the man at this point. "Make me look like... well, like someone you'd<em>want</em>to buy a drink for at a bar." With a foot, she gestured over to the fox demon. "So how about you Foxxie. What look will you be going for this evening. And more to the point," she added as she turned slowly, oh so slowly, back towards Albion, face back in the kind of full-Lily mode that no makeover could hide. "Make him<em>beautiful.</em>"<br/>