She dusted her porcelain skin with powder. The lipstick she chose was deep red, just like her glittering sequin dress. With steady hands, she applied a thick layer of mascara. Satisfied, she took a teasing comb and began to work some volume in her flat, blond hair.
Being dolled up, she looked pretty and youthful. But the woman knew her time was borrowed. Soon, her beauty would fade, and she would become old and gray. Even being so high in rank, she knew the magic of the pack was limited.
She exhaled deeply before putting on the pearl earrings he gifted her. From a basket full of colorful flacons, she chose a perfume with a rose heart note. On the chair behind the woman was a pair of faux leathery wings, rolled up. They were sewn onto a holster that she put under her dress. As a final step, she grabbed a headband with a set of cow horns. The band was decorated with woven hair that looked like hers. When she put it on, it looked like she possessed succubus horns.
