It was sad to Mircalla that the number of men in the bath had dwindled so. The one's left must have been terribly addled to pass up his unspoken invitation. Oh well, in that case they weren't even worthy of being fed off of much less a chance for an eternity beneath him. Mircalla left, moving almost silently back to his own room.<br/><br/>"It's times like these that I regret not being able to see my own face in the mirror" He pouted to Jerion. "Help me change into something more form fitting... Mircalla regretted not preparing the long lasting reverse gender spell when he communed with Carpathian. He pulled out a long velvet gown and poured his subtle curves into it.  "Dust the lilac powder over my eyelids." He ordered, relying on Jerion to help him with his make up since he had no reflection to work with.<br/><br/>"The make up your wearing looks good enough with that dress" Jerion assured Mircalla, but it was to little avail.<br/><br/><em>"Good enough?"</em>Mircalla seethed out with a mocking tone as if the two words were some sort of blasphemy. "Good enough is worthless! Every village has some peasant girl that looks good enough. That semi sentient pair of breasts Layla looks good enough. I do not settle for good enough! Jerion conceded and applied the purple dust to Mircalla's eyes as Mircalla used his alter self spell to become fully female. Some societies were just naturally more primitive then others and in this city his lack of breasts must have decreased his, or her as it was now, standing as the epitome of female beauty.<br/><br/>The magical changes overall were very subtle. The breasts were obvious and, were she naked, below the belt would be too. Other then that most already assumed she was a flat chested female upon meeting her anyway. Her voice could never have been thought to belong to a male, and her body was more typical of a tall slender woman. "I will not stop until I am fairest of them all. I want the very gods to cry tears of blood over my impossible beauty..." She said before returning to Momo's room.<br/><br/>"I changed into something a little more formal while I was at it." She spread her rapturous lips in a smile and greeted everyone again. If Bael's story was true they were all successful adventurers. Very worthy of cultivating a working relationship with. Still, the lack of finding a victim for the night left a sour taste in her mouth. She was still undeniably the same person in her appearance and had no desire to put any effort into the common louts in the bathhouse anymore. Such acts would seem positively desperate and it would take far more then a single bad night to make a whore out of her.<br/><br/>She sat in a chair, the tight fabric of her dress making some movements a little difficult. Conversation would have been welcome but everyone seemed involved in their own thing so she waited for someone to speak with her rather then interrupt.<br/><br/>OOC: I couldn't find a white haired picture I liked enough for Mircalla so you have to just imagine the white hair. As I mentioned though she really doesn't look that different.<br/><br/>(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/131/0/6/Forgotten_and_Never_Heard_by_lady_symphonia.jpg)<br/><br/>