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---- Story Time ----

It had been over a month since that blasted tiefling went missing, the rest of the party had given up and assumed she’d simply parted ways quietly, led astray by that strange ghost or fairy she always spoke with. Beauregard however did not give up so easily.

She crept through the manor, the witch’s spell had better been correct, this was one swanky manor and getting caught inside would probably land her in jail for a long while. Still Beauregard was an accomplished adventurer and knew she could fight her way out if worse came to worse. She just hoped she’d find Jester and the two could get out of here.

Beauregard made her way into another side room, though this one seemed to be more a closet than a room. Dressed and gowns cloaked the walls, suspended on hangers, their fabrics dazzling in the light of her lantern. Whatever lady lived here had quite the expensive taste, Beauregard didn’t understand how someone could dump so much money into something so frivolous. Her muscles were better shown off than covered up! Still she couldn’t help rummage around, maybe she could find something of Jesters here?

Little did she know that was precisely what she’d find.

A hand touched her shoulder, slender, graceful and gloved. “Sacre Bleu, what do we have here? Wanted to try something on?” a feminine voice said. Before Beauregard could flee from her grasp the other gloved hand appeared in front of her face. “Vah Teh Coucher” the woman said, snapping her fingers.

Beauregard was only given one passing thought before blacking out.

That voice sure sounded familiar.

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The monk awoke with a jolt, ready to escape whatever mage had captured her. Only two things stopped her, the thick ropes binding her to a chair, and the mage herself! It was… Jester!

“Jester! Oh thank goodness you’re safe we gotta get outta-“

Beauregard was cut off by the woman correcting her.

“That’s Lady Lavorre Miss Lionett.”

Beauregard paused feeling anger hit her temples, but then let loose a laugh.

“Hahaha you had me worried there Jest”

The lady only frowned walking to the side of the room and rolling out a standing mirror.

As the lantern light reflected off its glass, Beauregard could see her outfit had totally changed.

Gone was her practical enchanted clothes, instead she wore a billowing pink ball gown. Its satin finish shimmered in the light and a magnificent multitude of pearls adorned its surface. A stiff white collar gripped her throat as a brooch pinned back several rolls of ruffles. Thick billowing pink pillows covered her shoulders, as long white gloves slid up her arms.

“ What the Fu-“

“Oh please I couldn’t keep you in such boorish fabrics, please Lionett you must truly learn some class.”

The Lady clapped her gloves hands and in response the mirror’s reflection filled with a pink mist.

The magic covered the cold reflection and the room was soon awash with its magenta light.

Beauregard tore at the restraints, flexing her muscles against the biting rope, but the dollish clothes choked her up and kept her from struggling too much. The anxiety and confusion was overwhelming her, why was her ally doing this? Was it some foul spell? Was it just another practical joke?

She scanned the room for anything that could help, her eyes landing back on the mirror, Jester had gone behind her, but maybe she could use the reflection to see her?

That’s when the Lionett noticed the swirl.

The mist was churning in a slow methodical pattern.

Spinning so gently you wouldn’t notice it unless you were looking closely.

And She was looking closely

Oh yes she couldn’t tear her eyes from it

There was just something so enthralling about it

Somehow it was already melting away her worries

Her discomfort over the ropes and cuffs vanished

Not to mention her fears over what happened to Jester

Everything negative and wrong was swallowed up by the spiraling mist

She thought briefly

“I should fight this”

But it seemed a terrible task.

How could one reject such serenity?

This was the meditation she had heard of.

So complete, so perfect

Yes she truly knew not

She simply stared and let the spiral calm her

It was in this calmed, blissful stupor that the Lady Lavorre smiled.

Just as she had planned!

Course she didn’t think just Madam Lionett would come.

She wanted the whole gang to find her.

Oh well at least now she had company, though she had forgotten how utterly boorish Lionett was.

“Not to worry!” Lavorre thought.

She’d teach her all she’d need know.

Pulling out a pink tome the Lady began to read.

“It is proper and right for a lady to always look her best, her hair must be well maintained, her nails clipped if they are not properly painted, and her skin clean and powdered.”

The Lady continued mentoring her captive pupil, while Beauregard sat staring, and listening.

Her mind, open to every instruction.

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The Lavorre estate is alive tonight, the air almost electric with delight.

The musicians played jovial tunes, as men and women alike toasted and ate fine meals.

But all talked of the two beautiful hostesses.

Lady Lavorre quickly grabbed her partner’s gloved hand, taking her to dance.

Some suitors were quickly approaching, and she did not want to sour the night with a refusal.

“Lady Lavorre, how did you learn to dance so well?” The tiefling’s partner inquired.

“From simple practice Mon Cheri.” Lavorre said, twirling in the cool midnight air.

“Then dance with me all night so I might be nearer to your perfection.”

Lavorre was thankful her blue skin hid her blush.

“As you wish, far be it from me to refuse a Lionett.”

Beauregard smiled.

In the end she had found her friend.

And now the two would never be parted.

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