The look which fit the role.

When Moira came out of the bathroom, her master looked at her.

Nah, it doesn't fit your role... You should look like a whore, I want every guy at the bar to feel the desire to be in you. I want every girl to think you are a whore but secretly wish they could be as open and wild as you and want to be in your place.

Her master concentrated while looking at her. After a few seconds, he smiled and pointed for her to look at herself in the mirror that was behind the bathroom door. Her heart skipped a beat.