stuck up and arrogant → composed and beneficent

I narrow my eyes at the new changes that sat in the text box. When did... was it my Lilian-side? I did feel more like her earlier as I thought about my circumstances, like I was tapping into her intelligence - not that my James-side is dumb but, whatever. My James-side can be smart, damnit. Regardless, I don't recall my fingers moving at all, or even thinking of a change like that. Was it maybe the phone itself? Shaking my head, I look back at my- our... my reflection on the-

-mirror? I don't fucking recall standing in front of a mirror, I remember standing in front of... well, standing in front of me in my - or should be James? Fuck it, I'm not sure and neither is my Lilian side - body. Actually, now I think about it...

... I can finally make out the limbs holding the smartphone. Creamy white skin with barely any blemish, an elegant slender limb wrapped under the black sleeves of a fine black dress, delicate fingers with long red-painted nails that gently held the impossible device that made everything happen so far. Even the damn phone changed a bit, with red trim case that matched my nails.

Looking back at myself, there was so many differences between what I see and before. My dress certainly looks a more suggestive, sexier even - like how some of the more teasing streamers back home dressed. My James-side certainly doesn't mind seeing my shoulders exposed that way, though my Lilian-side would digress, the soulless prude bitch. On another note, my necklace is now a short golden chain with a blood red tassel and my hair feels... well it feels the same, but it looks softer, makes me look... approachable?

Guess that's an improvement over the original Lilian-self, hah. That and the more gentle and caring smile that's on my face. Fuck, I can't believe my Lilian-side was like that- ah, I think that's another sign of things nearing complete reconciliation. I'm- well, my Lilian-side mostly but also my James-side - like, ninety-nine percent sure of it. Never can know with how fucking ornery this stupid phone can be.

(noblewoman, direct angle, austere blonde hair, composed and beneficent, slender elegant build, unnaturally-excited smile, standing straight, arMs-!@$2[ERROR]------... holding smartphone, ostentatious and wealthy apparel, posh castle bedroom, mostly gray brick scenery, possessed by viewer)

[AN: I might have cheated a bit in more ways than one, in case you haven't noticed the double keyphrase changes. Additionally, the image was first created in Openart.ai so I can get that smartphone in frame, and then given a go-over in civitai.com to correct things like the amber red eyes reverting back to gold (though that could be used once we exit from this branch, to represent finalization of the possession and reconciliation of the two identities).]