Nadia’s been eyeing her up and down all evening, watches Asra’s apprentice with those piercing eyes of hers. Nadia has begged the lady all day to let her take her shopping, eventually the magician caved and allowed it — albeit, reluctantly.

“Wouldn’t you look divine in this, hon?” Nadia purrs out her words as she holds up an elegant dress to the shorter woman, a soft smile dancing on her face as she does so. It’s a pretty little iridescent color that shimmers whenever the light hits it.