Why on Earth did she allow herself to be convinced to join this commercial celebration? Integra looked at her cleavage distastefully. She adjusted the maroon bodice and unfastened some of the laces of the corset to be able to breathe. It was beyond her comprehension why would women like to wear these impractical torture devices in daily basis ages ago.
She looked at her reflection and sniffed, indignantly. This hair-pulled, bejewelled and mascara-wearing image was unfortunately too surreal to be believable. Integral sneered and gave a few last touches, ones she waved off the maid-aid to do alone: she removed her glasses and she applied the false canines in her mouth.
Once her costume: Countess Draculina was finished, the knight moved to join her host next to the fire.