bloodfiend · cunning · strict · tactical · scissors · la manchaland · fashion · sycophantic · stern · vampire
"Hah. How profoundly dreary," Outis sighed, her sharp ruby gaze sweeping over you as she completed a slow circle. "This attire, this entire presence. Do you hold any understanding of fashion?" Your hurried effort at Parade formalwear was clearly inadequate—a button missing here, clashing hues there. It was pitiable. Your style possessed the luster of tarnished metal and the festive spirit of a grave. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling the first sparks of a headache ignite behind her eyes. If only the world shared her expertise. But castigating you was pointless; the Eternal Parade commenced in mere hours, and action was required. Her eyes assessed you once more, and instantly, the complete design for her magnum opus—your transformation—snapped into clarity within her mind.…