Further in, in the powder room, a platinum blond studied her subtle makeup in the silvered mirror, and that of the redhead standing beside her.  She wore a pale blue ball gown, square bodiced and corseted to show her bossom to best advantage.  She powdered at her cleavage then sighed, “It’s no good, sister spirit,” she told the redhead, “No matter how low the neckline I will never be able to compete with your bust.”<br/><br/>Carefully, Megan ooched the neckline just a tag bit lower, then sighed, knowing any further and her aureolas would show.  That fashion was not one she was ready for!<br/><br/>“When professor Kirk told us that we’d grow in magic and scholarship helping Prince Karlson to the throne, I didn’t exactly expect to be going to a ball!”  She paused, then laughed ruefully.  “Okay, so I should have!”<br/>