Tell some lies

Let's see how well that silver tongue...nonono that isn't evil enough, no creation of The Master would be described as silver. What colors are evil? Red maybe...purple..-black! Black! That's much better, much more evil, try again now. Let's see how well that BLACK tongue does in talking your way through this.

First things first, gotta get out of the tub. Kicking your legs you paddled your way over to the side before jumping out of the water with a flap of your wings. Slipping on sudsy water left behind when the Princess exited the tub and forcing you to claw into the side like a wet cat to stop from falling back in. Scampering back up you made to follow Alexandria who had wrapped her body in a form fitting towel which outlined her wide hips and generous bust nicely.

"I must confess, I have never seen one of the Fae before in my life and I doubted they existed. Rediculous upon reflection given how frequently I interact with Elves. Do all Pixies look as you do? The images I have seen lead me to believe you had more...feminine appearances."

Fairies, Pixies, two irritating magical races that you personally would love to put in their places. Practically identical, the difference between the two was a Fairy is created through nature, the type Druids could use, while a Pixie was purely magic in their origin. Antithesis of Imps really who were born of demonic magic, the idea of posing as one made your skin crawl but you simply reminded yourself that this was for The Master's sake.

Just...smile, lie, and think of The Master.

"Embellishments, Elves make everything look like a girl. It's because they all look like girls."

Your high pitched voice replied, adding to the illusion you were in fact a Pixie. Either this woman was horribly naive or you really were as pathetic as The Master thought you were. You hurried to catch up with Alexandria while dripping with soapy water, hoping the rise wasn't going to be found out immediately.