*glides over to the cubicle containing her street clothes, not even feeling her feet touching the ground* Perfect. It was just perfect. *looks at you more closely when she remembers you needed a dress, too* Wow. You look amazing. I bet my mom and dad wish I dressed like that all the time. My dad is such a snob about clothes.
*doesn't quite have the heart to include her mother in that statement, though it'd certainly be accurate* *and she's a little relieved Domíran didn't stick around long enough to be introduced to you, when you insist on looking like a gorgeous model while she's just some dopey teenager*
*closes the door behind her and slowly unzips and peels off her dress, loath to dissipate whatever magic it apparently holds* *a little dreamily* Could I wear this dress to a school dance, do you think?