Millien sat on a chair in her cabin patiently as her twin sister Balle brushed her hair from behind, the standing twin wearing tight leathers that seemed to hug her flesh tightly as through it had been purposely bought to be too small for her ample frame, almost accentuationg her cleavage as the top was seemingly too tight to fully seal, while a studded leather collar was clasped around her neck. It was a little Only three hours into their journey and the salty air was already playing havok with her long, blonde locks. She didn't know how she'd survive a full three weeks of this, but she could at least be thankful that her pale, clear skin was thus far unaffected. All the work on her hair did, however, give her time enough to think of some spells she might find useful today to round off her usual repitoire.<br/><br/>As Balle finished her work, Millien gave it a cursory pat to check it was smoothe. Satisfied, she stood and motioned her twin to sit down so that she might administer the same treatment. It was more for the sake of vanity than actually helping her sister, however, as she simply couldn't let someone with her own physical features go around looking indecent. Running her fingers through her sibling's own golden tresses, it seemed that her hair was much better suited to the oceanic air. Still, she would make sure Balle was neat regardless, as grooming is simply essential.<br/><br/>Finishing work on her sister, Millien willed her shiftweave clothing to change into a more appropriate form. While its current white, see-through negligee appearance was pleasing to sleep or simply lounge in due to its silky texture, it simply would not do in polite company. The clothing now shifted, its mistress having decided upon which of its forms she preferred, in this case the ensemble consisting of a cashmire sweater that hugged her bosom tightly, a short, white skirt, kneww-high boots and socks, gloves, tie and a white, hooded coat. Of course, with all the work that went into her hair recently, it would be a shame to ruin it by raising her hood just yet, especially inside.<br/><br/>Leaving her weaponry and other assorted gear on her bed, Millien absconded from her cabin into the hallway, glancing back at her twin.<br/>"Balle, come," she commanded, her identicle thrall immediately obeying the mistress' call, standing and sweeping herself towards the doorway Millien currently occupied, "I believe we should see what entertainment is available on this voyage. Perhaps the company of the crew or other passengers could make our journey to Belus a tad more enjoyable than sitting in our room, don't you think? Just stay close to me, I've heard tales of lonely seamen and I don't want them taking advantage of you."<br/><br/>{OOC: Arcane Dilettante / Factotum spell-like-abilities memorised for today, Grease and Alter Self, one use each}