Chaos Diathyst meets young, vibrant Lucille Hunt after escaping a secluded and top secret facility, dedicated to raising supernatural children into weapons to be reckoned with. She was kept under strict orders, made to kill and experimented on until...
"Is Lucille ready?" I held my arms out as if I were balancing on a beam.
Two people were circling me and fitting the outfit to my body. They adorned my body with an assortment of speciality jewels and accessories. Earrings piercing my unfit ears and silver talons wrapped around my fingernails in an intricate design.
It was a bit uncomfortable, but the seamstress assured me this was the fashion of modern times. They waved my hair, allowing it to cascade down the entire length of my back unrestrained. With a trim and some curtain bangs, I had to admit that even I could look charming.
The outfit was the real selling point, however. It was a trim black suit paired with a crisp white undershirt and silver tipped collar; my torso met the beginning of the high-waisted boyshorts, ending shortly beneath my butt. About 4 inches of skin was bare before meeting the silver metallic threads of my lace-up heels. They shone beautifully, adorned by similar silver chains.
The attendants went overboard, placing silver tassels on my shoulder blades, more chains around my hips and clipped to the collar of my white shirt, draping across my tie. If it weren't obvious that black and silver were the themes of my attire, you would have sought further demonstration in the belt and tie, which were also black and gilded in silver.
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"Not yet, My Lady." "What is the hold-up?" "She's just a bit nervous, is all, and the lady's dresses take more effort to prepare." The elderly seamstress polished my heels one more time. "Make-up today?"
"Yes, don't whitewash me or anything ridiculous." I stepped down from the pedestal and dropped into the chair beside the vanity. The seamstresses turned it, and another attendant came in to do the makeup.
A gentle brush was patted and dragged around my eyes; It was somewhat calming but also itchy. I did not usually wear makeup as it made my face feel 'muddy'. I should at least this once, this being my first impression and so forth.
When I could finally open my eyes, a simple, faded eyeliner was drawn around my eyes, melding into the silvery glitter coating my bottom waterline and the corner of my eyes. The silver powder snuffed out my lower lashes, seemingly making my eyes larger and more unearthly paired with my silver-slited eyes. I didn't mind it, but the final look was unnervingly gorgeous.
My eyelashes looked longer too. They were always dark, but they seemed to have more volume today. They had shaped my eyebrows, too- a tedious process of plucking strays and trimming overgrown follicles. I was dearly pampered for at least 2 hours with a manicure, pedicure, hair treatment, facial, etc.
The final touch to my makeup was the lips. They were carefully painted with a mild red semi-gloss, staining my lips and glossing them. Now all they debated was whether I would wear the white lace wrist cuffs beneath my sleeves, as it would accentuate the noble 'frivolity'. We decided not to add it in the end.
