☉NARIEL
“No one told me demons dress so grandly.” I stood before the looking glass, dressed in the gown of deep blue that left my back bare. The fabric clung to my skin, resembling the midnight sky. My gaze shifted to the coiffure atop my head, a thorny bun secured by a hairpin fashioned and arched like a lethal weapon, capable of inflicting harm if wielded with intent.
Should the ball turn hazardous, it might serve as my defense.
Nyxie sighed. “I'm sorry. Can you not tolerate a little fashion?” She stalked near. “Believe me, this is quite a modest and thoughtful choice as I was considerate of your feelings.”
I stared at her through the glass. She folded her arms. “This is in no way ludicrously or what I may call overly dressed. Tonight it's all about loosening spirits. And inspiring
