Following Sera to the Social Nightclub was a realized action of the Ashen Wisp just wanting innocent fun, contrary to her thoughts at the time. It hadn't been until the end of the night when was epiphany was made, and so tonight, with a dedicated focus Mhairi stripped herself bare, her skinny jeans, her fabulous boots, the bat covered sweater she'd worn when tiding up around the office. Showered, and dressed....in far less clothing. Or at least, less covering, clothing.
Slinky heels took the place of her boots, thigh high stockings (with a Mhairi approved skull and crossbones pattered, that shimmer gold when in the light), clipped to a garter belt, and a just-short-enough velvet skirt took over for her skinny jeans, and an immediately reassuring purple corset (color, it turns out that she was really starting to like it) took it's rightful place where the sweater used to be.
Glamour Hardening her Mask as she applies her makeup, and arranges her hair artfully atop her head, leaving a few wisps free to frame her face. She bites her lip and looks at herself in the mirror. Should she real-yes. She'd worn less for Halloween, and she was headed to a place where she'd still be over (and under) dressed.
Nodding to herself she throws on a jacket. 'Let's do this.'
Travel was spent tending to the fluttering butterflies that seemed to be living in her stomach, she hardly noticed when the car stopped. Stepping into the Asylum, after paying the driver, she shrugs off her jacket. Absently noticing she's seen that it was taken by the coat check, she breathes out. Eyes taking the decor and the people, the cloths and costumes and less. Bare flesh and supple limbs, her butterflies don't abate. Though they really should. She's been here before, and these butterflies were fluttering more then they had when she first dared step into the club, it's music thrumming through her, then as it was doing now. Unlike before when she was just stuttering and shy, anticipation coiled, hot and heady. She knew, now more then ever what could be found, and what needs could be satisfied within.
(...or maybe it was just about who could be waiting inside.)
She shakes her head, and presses further inside. An appletini was needed, to calm her nerves, if nothing else.