Tyriel

Tyriel glanced down at her dressing table after she finished applying her makeup.

"Ugh, this blush keeps putting too much focus on my eyes. If I'm going to go to this ball tonight and try to score me a handsome Magister, I need to make all of me noticeable! She wiped her face with a wet cloth, and dried before reapplying her makeup.

"Well, I suppose it looks alright now. My lips aren't glowing as much as I'd like, but I suppose you can't have everything.

Tyriel undid her bathrobe and slid out of it, her naked form glistening in the candlelight. She picked up her ball dress from her bed and began to slip it on when she heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"