Tries to become a proper Royal

Loona stares at the elaborate mirror in her new room. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" She mutters to herself as she looks behind her at the equally elaborate bedroom.

Dad, and wasn't that still a mindfuck, had given her a complete wing of the manor for her personal use. Though her room was the nearest to the main hall and his room.

Looking over herself once more Loona takes in her clothes. Her style was never something she cared about. But now she has to consider what others think about it. Sighing, Loona thinks. 'I don't want to use this again. But I need to if I don't want to fuck this up.'

Carefully thinking over her words, Loona looks at herself in the mirror, as if saying goodbye to her old self to make way for the new. Then, she speaks.

"My clothes will transform to reflect what people think a Royal of Hell should look like." As Loona finishes talking, her clothes ripple like water and begin shifting.

Her collar lost its studs, turning to lace and ribbon. The string pentagram that originally held up her shirt shifted, turning into a bodice holding up her dress from the back. Her leggings slide up her body till they now cover her arms and merge with her shirt. Then her shirt merges with her pants as said shorts split into a skirt and stretches down her legs. With a final ripple, the dress transforms into an elegant ballgown. Then as Loona looks herself over, a small weight rests on her head. Glancing up, she sees a small tiara resting between her ears.