Jiang Han changed into a deep burgundy—almost brown—dress. Beneath the skirt, she dutifully wore the ever-present tights of a Witch, though she had changed into a black pair, along with slightly brighter burgundy round-toed shoes.
Pursing her lips, she studied the mirror to see whether the faded burgundy lipstick had been applied evenly and whether it had achieved that velvety matte effect.
The conclusion was obvious...
"Damn, I'm adorable."
She hummed smugly, picked up an eyeshadow pencil, and applied reddish-brown shadow, giving herself the delicate look of someone who had just finished crying—or who might burst into tears at any moment.
This was the so-called jirai-kei makeup look, but Jiang Han's eyes were already large enough, her skin so fair it nearly glowed, and her cool-toned hair needed no dyeing at all. Putting on this makeup took practically no effort; a light sweep of eyeshadow was enough to make her look adorable.
She placed a modern little bowler hat—the kind with a gloomy-style veil—on her head, then tilted her neck to check her lace choker, lifted her skirt to inspect the straps around her thigh, and the lightsaber hilt perfectly fitted against it.
"Dummy disciple, are you not ready yet?"
Outside the changing room, Histeria urged her in an unhurried tone, with faint laughter carrying through the door.
"Making an old lady wait isn't a good thing, you know."
"Coming."
Jiang Han raised her chin, stretched out a claw to pull open the door, took one dainty little skipping step, and vanished beyond it with her tail swaying leisurely.
Histeria held a pipe in her hand and wore an outfit similar to Jiang Han's, only in black. Her back was ramrod straight as she leaned against the wall and waited.
"You're nowhere near an old lady, Master. You're