Standing in a Castle Bedroom ---> Reflected in the Castle Bedroom Mirror

I think for a time - as time is the resource I've most aplenty - and wonder. It is good that poor, wayward Cheryl of the first timeline stumbled into my angelic self, as surely she would go quite mad eternally 'Standing in the Castle Bedroom' with nothing to do but occasionally change, 'Reflected' as if upon a 'Mirror'--- Oh. My thoughts slip, and I've no time to course correct as the magic takes hold and spirits us all away.

I... I- I...? I fortunately lay into place without much fuss, this newest reflection hardly different than my previous selves.

I wear a little less, but I think I'm a bit more fashionable. Rather than multiple small feathers from my own wings of all things, for instance, my head-dress bares a series of massive plumes donated by a pegasus I once encountered. It was quite a beautiful creature.

Regardless, it seems my previous selves pointed this strange device at themselves, thinking it a mirror. I could perhaps understand this conclusion if one were to look at the side I saw first before it lit up, but with the actual mirror in front of me and a clear view of the tool's pastel-pink backing...

Oh? Yours was a glossy black? My apologies. Anyhow~

~unlike my previous selves, I pointed the device into the mirror deliberately out of curiosity. It seems they placed themselves into this predicament completely by accident, for which I give sympathy (and who can be more sympathetic than yourself, after all?) but I sadly have placed myself here by my own fault entirely.

But I do believe I agree with my previous assertions: when we've exhausted all opportunites for change it shall release us. Therefore... My eyes slowly - painstakingly shift to look my reflection straight on - what would seem the most fun?

It is a unique opportunity after all, why not play around a bit? Oh? You don't approve so much? How do you explain your own efforts then, hm~? That's what I thought~

So! Where to start...?

(princess's royal whore, wavy light-green hair, lacy-white corset, angel wings, seductive smile, medium breasts, feather headdress, stockings, modest skirt, reflected in the castle bedroom mirror)

[AN: Cheryl's mirror analogy is mostly to blame here, but also I thought it was kind of a shame we don't really have a chance to see any of the leg accessories mentioned. And yet Cheryl needs to be seeing herself through the phone's camera for the premise to work so... here we are.

Things could easily get a little silly here: The bot often has trouble with perspective when mirrors are involved...]