Cara stood before the mirror, looking herself over. Her ruff was starched, her corset laced, her lace sleeves...also laced. A delicate looking feathered fan graced one hand, and jewelled rings the other. Her hair and make-up? Flawless.

It was time for the finishing touch. She carefully lowered the bedazzled tiara into place on top of her intricate up-do.

There. No one would believe that a fugitive princess on the run for mysterious and as yet unexplained reasons would ever dress in her full royal regalia. Which is exactly what made it the perfect disguise, and her secret would be safe...

...for now.

[Open. So very, very, open.]

It was perhaps inevitable that certain green, scaly denizens of Fandom would decide to visit a cabin named after them, but that didn't mean that Cara was expecting to return from a shower to find a gremlin curled up on her leathers.

In hindsight, she probably should have expected the teeth that sunk into her wrist when she went to sweep it off her bed though.

"Oh, oh my," she said after a short burst of dizziness, her voice breathy and perfectly enunciated.

"I'm afraid this look never will pass,
Wearing nothing at all is ever so crass."

And then she flitted off.

[Establishy!]