Reynard almost didn't recognize Amelia at first. Again. And not just because she was good at hiding her aura.
She was dressed up like the prettiest of the local noblewomen: in a flowing green dress with blue and white ribbons flowing down its skirt, and with her onyx-black hair tightly bound under a tall crown-like hat that was in fashion in Darland.
The skirt of Amelia's dress hid her hips, but showed off her chest and her wasp-like waist. She walked with such elegance that she seemed to glide over the ground.
"You have both come! How wonderful, Mister Faust, Miss Windblown," Amelia said with a wicked smile and elegant bow. "I hope you have found the party to your liking. Oh, but where are my manners? I have heard all about you, but you see me for the first time. My name is Lady Karla Mevon."
Gears began turning in Reynard's head.
