( THE PERFECT OUTFIT )

Nathalie adjusted in the mirror, making a face at what she saw. Ugh. Not again. The gown she was trying on now didn't fit correctly, just like the last one hadn't; this was why she made her own clothing herself, because it always fit, no matter what. Who knew her body better than her? The little devilish mask adorning her face, much like that of a masquerade, didn't sit right on her nose either.

It made her look like she was wearing glasses - and although not intrinsically a bad thing, it wasn't the concept she was going for. She bit her lip, thinking about her All Sinners' Day event outfit art the gala being hosted by Angora. Built like a Deviless and yet with the face of a tom-bun, she was gorgeous. And that? That gave Nathalie some competition. There was a reason for her horn-type, after all.

She pursed her lips again in thought, before an exclaimed "Aha!" left her, and her cloven feet pattered across the floor, standing on the tippy-top of her hooves to reach the second cabinet to the left of the dresser she was pulling item after item and dress after dress from. An idea. Inside, she found some mementos from her first All Sinners' Day in Burrowgatory. It was so long ago, this would be a new and improved look if she just applied some edits to it!

Thinking her little heart out, she placed the bun tail on the back of her dress where it stuck, giving it a wriggle. She already had her own ears, and without much pause, she drew a little pink dot on her nose. A bunny nose. Simple, but effective, and she wouldn't turn any heads like this, but with the clock ticking, she was increasingly worried about having anything to wear at all!

Applying little stick-on whiskers to her face, she blinked, allowing time for the brow whisks to settle into place before she coyly started the process of applying little grey patches to her skin. She could be a broken tricolor for a day. It wasn't her current pattern, but it could very easily be. Why not shift, one may ask? Simply because it took far too much energy for her to do so. She wasn't that convinced that going to a gala ball meant she had to rearrange her bone structure and contort her flesh into organ-bursting positions today.

Magic shifting was always hard, and she'd rather not make it harder on herself. She was already completely ragged most days from ruunning a business that most others wouldn't touch with the picky patrons of Burrowgatory having become so intent on their own visions with their outfits, and little else. Still, once done with the makeup, she took a step back to -- wait a second.

Picking up a small strip of paper on the table, she yanked a sticker off the sheet and applied it to her upper right cheek just below her eye, and to the side slightly. A carat sticker. It was perfect for a cute look that didn't require much attention yet still had some whimsy to it. She gave herself one last look-over in the mirror, and then glanced up to the clock, feeling confident that she had hours more to prepare for the big event. Unfortunately, she might have been a bit led astray by that idea to begin with.
It was well-past time to go, and she had to hurry if she wanted to be on time for - literally any of the festivities, actually!

Grabbing her purse and wallet, she scurried as fast as her clacking hooves would take her, ripping open the door and running out to her destiny.. only to stop a few short feet away, quietly beginning to scurry back.. closing the damn door that she forgot about, then she turned, determined to take part in the night's costume contest even if it killed her, as thhat was the last event of the day before the hall closed its passage to citizens of Burrowgatory. It was Angora's manner, and she had a right to do as she pleased with it, in terms of the company and ballroom events she kept.

Later in the night, several hours having passed since she'd left the warm comforts of her home, Nathalie lay exhausted in bed, snoring among her burrow pillows and wriggling her little spade-tail in her sleep, tiredly. Despite having won sixteenth place out of a total of twenty participants, the alcohol and smooch hooches were enough to keep her dreams pleasant, her body warm, and the cold night chill at bay, at least for a few more hours.

All was fine, though, especially considering the fact she got to take a few 'samples' home with her! A three-day All Sinners' Day weekend sounded lovely, and it was such a lovely concept, in fact, that she had embraced the idea of her hangover long before it would ever even start.  It would surely be killer when it hit, and it would come swingin' in with vengeance. This was only a speck in the corner of her mind, however, because that? All that was a problem for the future Nathalie, and even if it wasn't?

It was worth it.