The Chevalier d'Eon is going to one of the balls. He thinks long enough about a suitable dress and jewelry. His cane doubles as a sword, highlighted by a large fancy ribbon and a jewel on the handle. His dress is pink, soft and fluffy, his long locks are beautifully curled, his mustache is thin and quaint. He believes that a mustache will not spoil a woman - Beauty! – he smiles to himself in the mirror. He still considers himself a woman