A strange sound preceded the next guest, somewhere between a whispery shuffle and a rhythmic thump that echoed down the weird hallways ahead of her, her gait much slowed as she followed Paige through the house that went exponentially beyond rambling. It fell into silence as she got to the doorway of the ballroom and stopped with a sigh, one hand lifting to slide up and hold on to the frame for a moment, looking in at the other three.<br/><br/>"You know, if it weren't for the fact that I'm not planning on having this on THAT long tonight, I would already have ripped the seam up to the thigh," she pointed out to Paige, unbothered by the fact that her friend had put so much time into making her the vision that stood their now. Despite having the slight and slender frame that was so typical of her Japanese ancestry, Zen seemed to fill the large doorway with her presence, thanks to the impact of her costume.<br/><br/>Her feet were hidden behind a stiffened spread of cloth, and a little more of it trailed behind her heels; orangey-red and white, mottled, there was a distinctly scaley pattern to the slim skirt that clung close to her legs, following the curve of her hips and stopping just below her belly. A chain of silver links hung around her waist, accenting the nip of it above the hips, and making the bare skin there all the more noticeable... especially as here and there it was artfully painted to make it seem as if more of the scaling climbed up her skin. It followed her arms as well, where a clever sleeve made of flesh-toned mesh made fin-like extensions fluttering from the outer edges of her forearms, joined by gloves at the end that webbed her fingers.<br/><br/>Another length of scaley-looking cloth was run behind her neck and criss-crossed her chest, covering her breasts before going around her sides to tie beneath her shoulder blade; one could see this because of the way her long, dark, and normally straight hair had been coaxed into artful waves, twisted up  to the crown of her head by a pair of enameled sticks. A pearl on a little golden chain dangled from the end of each, matching the chain around her waist, and here and there a little shell was seemingly caught in her locks, thanks to superglue on bobby pins. A little cascade of gold spilled from each earlobe, a gather of little golden chains each with a tiny thin rectangular plate, several different lengths. When she moved her head, they tinkled ever so faintly.<br/><br/>The reason for the odd shuffling came very clear as she finally broke the pose to display herself; the slender skirt gave her barely enough leeway to get one foot in front of the other, and she made slow progress across the floor toward the waiting trio. The movement also revealed what wasn't noticeable when she was still; there was a faint shimmer of golden glitter all over her body, accenting colors of paint and cloth and jewelry alike. "What do you think though - isn't Paige fabulous? He's never going to be able to resist my siren song." Knowingly, she winked; her singing voice was rather... well, crows had often been given favorable comparison. But with what was planned for the evening's festivities, that wasn't going to matter a goddamn bit.