Twist tapped her foot absently against the floor of her dressing room as she stared into her closet, studying the clothes within. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the sleeve of the shirt she had just vacated. It dangled over the edge of the hamper. Apparently her toss had been less that stellar on that particular clothing item.

Konstantin was elsewhere in the theater, she hadn’t taken him this far in. She didn’t take anyone this far in save Kalos. She knew she had to be quick about changing. Despite that one should never rush a clothing choice- the Prince had requested her presence at the Chapter House. But it was just so terribly difficult to choose right now. There were too many themes and moods she had for her to just throw together an outfit so quickly.

*Di meno è più. Ok, it wasn’t always true but it will work in this case.*

Twist started from the bottom up. Black pants…no, capris, ones that would hug her form. She was feeling better than she had in days and she wanted to show off again. She reached for a nearly see-through shirt but paused, she wanted to show off but she was going on the request of the Prince as the hound. Not as the Daeva Priscus. That meant that she had to play it a bit more conservative than she wanted. But on the other hand- Rahyna was there. It would be the first time she would see her since reclaiming her Priscus seat from her. That meant that she had to make a statement about how she was Daeva Priscus. Guess she had to get a middle ground blouse. It took her a second but she found the shirt she was looking for. A beautiful red silk blouse that looked like a tank from the front but as Twist swiveled it around on the hanger, she smiled in Daeva delight at the entirely open back save for a thin braided cord that would run down her spine.

*Perfect.*

Pleased with the outfit, Twist quickly slipped into it and grabbed her shoes. Black ballet flats- simple and they go with nearly everything. And you can move easily in them. Not much traction but she was hoping that she wasn’t walking into a battle.

Next was hair. Simple. Simple meant a bun. But she wanted to make sure that the message got across about her being Daeva Priscus. Finding the right jewelry box she pulled out a number of hair pins, each with a tiny red glass rose on the head. Artfully she scattered them throughout the bun. It wasn’t the clan symbol, but that would be risking a breach and it was damn close. Matching earrings and her weapons and she was set.

She left her dressing room and went to find Konstantin and then it was too the Grindhouse.