[Scorching Depths]

Braon gives Sekhmet a little frown, the kind that tries way too hard to be unamused, before answering. "As a matter of fact, I do." She replies bluntly, heading for the door. "Back in five."

When Braon returns, she is, as promised, a little difficult to recognize. Her mismatched leather armor and cloak have been eschewed in favor of a little black dress, with a short skirt, exposed sternum, and no back. Her hair has had a lot more care put into it; whereas before it was a tangled mass of brown fibers growing out of her head, now it's a smooth cascade running down her shoulders, pulled into a loose knot on the end. She's also applied some amount of makeup; darkish violet blush makes her cheeks look a little more gaunt, and her lips are noticeably darker and fuller. Her horns have lost their weathered, road-weary look and are now immaculately clean and polished, capped with a pair of little silver studs.

Sekhmet will still recognize her, of course. But the wingless succubus standing before her now is a far cry from the borderline thug who'd been staying at her palace all this time.

"Quite the transformation, wouldn't you say?" Braon smiles, a posh sort of lilt in her speech. "And not a speck of magic involved. So if anyone tries to break through to see what I really look like, this is what they'll get."