An exhausted nightingale ends a long flight upon the rooftop of the Galleria. If a bird can smile bemusedly it does as the masked woman in tights leaves the roof and heads down to the mall proper. It gazes appreciatively at the exiting figure, some dim recollection coming to the bird's mind. It shrugs, shakes out its feathers and decides it's had enough of the avian life as it hops down to the roof itself and heads over to an exhaust vent.<br/><br/>Once there, a startling change occurs. The bird's body literally melts away to nothingness as Amora takes on a body of clean air and uses the vent to enter the galleria. As she wafts through the ventilation system she reaches out with her mind to learn what she can about her surroundings by mentally eavesdropping on the people around her.<br/><br/>Such is boring work, more so then most would think. There were the half dead ramblings of mall security, men who all knew that they deserved better then the hand that fate and laziness had dealt them. Then there were the disaproving minds of the managers, parents and grand parents. Old people who begruded the young their carefree youth. Then things got interesting as she honed in on the minds of a gaggle of teens from the local high school. They'd gathered at Hot Topics to oogle outfits too daring and edgy for their tastes.<br/><br/>Amora used them as a compass and honed in on the store. She made her entrance through an unused dressing room door. Amora looked at herself in the mirror, she was dressed in little more then a matching set of red panties, garter belt and stockings. The last 'look' Algoth commanded of her.<br/><br/>"This will never do..." Amora mused to herself as she stepped out of the dressing room. Her head was tilted low, not out of shame but to hide the dark joy burning in her eyes. She could already taste the reaction her appearance would have on those around her. She revelled in the thought of the commotion she'd cause as she wandered the aisle of the goth-punk store looking for something that suited her.