"Pinkie, I think." She can't help but wiggle a bit, smiling.

"Then I'll work my magic!" 

And work it she does. Over the next few minutes she works in several clumps of lumistrands to Sable's hair and extends her hair overall as well. 

"There we go," she says, handing over a small remote control. "This is the remote for the lumistrands — they're powered by motion and sunlight, so they may take a little bit to "wake up" in the morning, but don't worry, they're not broken, just sleepy. Right button cycles colors, left turns them on and off."

She hops out of the chair and bounces up and down a bit to try to wake up her new light-up hair, then sets them to purple when they're ready.

"Looks lovely!" 

Aria holds out a hand mirror so Sable can see the back of her head as well. The purple fairylights concentrate in little dots amid her hair, but there's also a certain amount that's carried up and down the strands. It looks quite starry and eldritch.

"Oooooh." She wiggles happily. "Okay, I look more like me than I literally ever have. Thank you."

"You are so, so welcome. This is what I live for. Now, do you want to go get your photo taken in your new style? Or are there any small tweaks you'd like to add beforehand?" 

"Help me put the fangs on? And then absolutely."

"Certainly. They're semi-permanent and will only come off when you use the appropriate anti-dental-epoxy solvent - I'll give you a small bottle so you can remove them later if you wish."

She holds up the package. "Smile wide, please." 

She grins enormously.

And Aria very carefully attaches the fangs to Sable's eyeteeth and dries the epoxy. 

"There. If you want to keep them permanently it'd be best not to eat anything for another hour, but it's not strictly necessary, just wise. Here's the bottle of solvent..." 

She slips another small bottle into the pocket of Sable's chef coat and pats it. "There we go. 

"Now let's go get you photographed!" 

"Wonderful job, Aria. Come along with me, Sable, and we'll get your first facet ID done." 

"Eeeee."

Sable wiggles as she follows Star-Bright Songbird to the camera.

And Songbird plops her back down in front of the camera and lines up her shot. "Feel free to make any expression you want, the identification of the body part is already handled by the formal photo so for the facet you can ham it up if you like." 

Sable experiments for a minute, finding a grin that'll show off her fangs, something expressive and warm with a hint of danger. Then she gives Star a nod.

Click.

"One down, more to go. Do you want to go through all of your shards right now? It could take a while and we've been at this for a bit. I don't mind if you do, here to guide you and all, I just thought you might want to see the world a little more now that you're in something a little more suited to your heart."

She hums. "Both are tempting. I'm pretty solidly in front, though, so maybe we should come back and visit Aria again after a bit of touring. What would you recommend I see first? And what should I do to get surgeries and hormones and such booked?"

"There's a rather nice garden just outside that you might want to take some time in. It has an il'ka, too. Perhaps we should stop by past the erogenist first and then proceed there once the details are sorted out?"

Sable blushes and smiles and nods. "Okay. Lead on."

"Alright, then let's go." 

And it's off down another hallway. 

The erogenist's office is cozy, done up in lavender wallpaper with a rather squashy couch. The receptionist informs them that she's seeing another patient at the moment, so Star gestures to Sable to take a seat on the couch.

"I'll wait outside if you'd like," Star says. "Though nothing I'm likely to hear is likely to shock me."

She blushes brightly, looking down for a moment. "Um. If you came in, you might have suggestions about other people I should go see for various things, and who to talk to about that."

"Alright, but if you're not comfortable discussing something with me in the room you can always tell me to shoo, alright?"

She nods. "You took me being Voracian okay, you can probably handle the rest."

And just as she says that, a brown-haired woman with a sprig of holly in her hair comes out of the back office. 

"Welcome, welcome," she says. "I'm Holly, I'm the erogenist here. Please come into the back — Star, you can come, but from the preliminary data we're going to need to do a stimtest and that I'm going to shoo you out for lest we turn our client here as red as a holly berry." 

"Understood!"