Samia Admires her New Appearance

When she opened them again, she caught her breath. She touched the ring, realizing that it was the enchantment working. Intrigued, she looked at her body in the mirror.

Her eyes and hair were still a dark brown, and her features looked almost the same, but her hair was now thick and curly, where it had been long and straight before. Her breasts were now not just large, they were huge, her waist was a little slimmer, and her hips more rounded. She was still the same height, but she looked more feminine, almost like a doll. Her olive skin was gone, she wasn't completely pale, but it was white now.

A smile played on her lips as she admired the transformation. Giuliette or her family would never recognize her now.

“You’d better keep that on now,” said Varga as he appeared in the doorway. “It only has one use.”

Samia half slid the ring up her finger, before registering what he just said. She slid it back down to the base of her finger, heart thumping as she did. She'd nearly made a complete mess of their plan.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to see what I looked like with it on.”

“Well now you know.” Varga was still abrupt, still in a terrible mood with her. It seemed like that would never change there now. It felt like whatever they had, it was irreversibly damaged.

She turned to him and gave him a wry smile. “Thank you. I know you’re not doing this for me, but still. May we please talk about what happened, about what you mean to me.”

She was still naked, and didn't try to cover herself. She wanted him to look at her body, but he didn't.

“Not right now. There is another plan I must tell you about.”

Her eyebrow raised.

“The people attending the ball, they know everyone in our circle, they know everyone worth knowing in all of Hellsmere.”

He was right. There was no way she’d convince them she was some noble, no matter where she claimed to be from.

“There’s only one way I can think of, to go you in there. You’re going to have to act like you’re my ****.”

Samia looked at him wide eyed for a second, then settled back. He was right. The more that time passed, while nothing else was said, and the only sounds was their breaths, the more Samia considered it. It was a great plan. Nobody would question it.

“There’s only one problem,” Samia said.

“What is that?”

“My family, they are not kind to their slaves. I have no idea how to act like a ****.”

“It won’t be for too long, just a few hours until we can sneak you upstairs.”

“You don’t know my cousins like I do. If there’s anything off about the way I walk, my attitude; they’ll notice.”

“Perhaps we should think of a new plan.”

“Your plan is perfect. I just…” she looked away for a second. “I’ll need to be trained.”