The next morning, a woman knocks at the door. There's a peephole on the door, but she also speaks. The woman looks generally like a human, but has pointed ears, with two earrings with a small dangling amethyst hanging. She has her long black hair hanging down, styled into loose waves. She has pink-red lipstick on, and, if Allegra is perceptive, she'll notice that she's wearing foundation and concealer too.

She's wearing a loose white short-sleeved sundress that goes down to just below her knees, with a pattern of thin curling vines. She's wearing a citrusy, orange-scented perfume. It's very clear that she put a lot of time and energy making herself pretty in all respects.

"Good morning, Allegra. Could I speak with you for a moment?" 

Allegra has... done her best with soap and water, but her hair is now dried out from being cleaned with soap and absolutely unmanageable, she made a valiant attempt to braid it but just gave up. The headband is only barely visible amongst the chaos.

She is wearing the nice new clothing, which is fortunately not too wrong for Urizen but feels a bit like she's in her night clothes or underwear, her actual underwear being so hideous that she's a bit ashamed to take it to the laundry facility and certainly didn't want to put it back on.

She supposes that will have to do. She opens the door and plasters on her best friendly smile to cover for the dreadful sinking feeling of making a terrible first impression.

"Certainly!" she chirps brightly. "Would you like to come in?"

She considers apologising for her appearance and making excuses, but she's not sure she can remain politely cheerful about it.

She purses her lips when she sees Allegra with her messy hair and plain Conradian armory clothes, but Felicia is here and Felicia will fix everything.

"No need. The High Priest of Damian, Sir Magnus Sundheim, has sent for you – he wants to have breakfast with you. But I came early, so we have about an hour to an hour and a half before he actually expects you. Would you like to come to my room instead? If you want, I can lend you some of my clothes."

She looks Allegra up and down for several seconds, as if appraising an item at the market.

"I think green would look good on you. Of course, that's optional. I have hair oil in my room too, or makeup if you like that. You know, just to freshen up."

Right, she probably shouldn't make the new person so self-conscious. The Conradians are nice, but...they kind of just give you the bare necessities of life. Except for weapons and armor, they're very generous about that!

"How have the Conradians been treating you?" she asks noncommittally. 

"Oh, please," she says with great sincerity at the mention of hair oil. "The Conradians didn't put anything but soap in the bathroom, I really needed to clean my hair somehow but it's hopeless now and I need to rescue it." She's laying it on a little bit thick here, but hopefully Felicia will appreciate it.

"They've got me under a geas, though - I can't go more than sixty feet from Agnes, next door, unless she's allowed to hand that over to you?"

She doesn't try to answer about her treatment in general yet, waiting to see how this initial gambit lands.

"Oh, you poor thing. Yes, I will make sure to rectify this deprivation."

She doesn't react about the Geas save for a slight nod. Honestly, her church would be the one who might place stronger enchantments on her.

"Yes, most likely, assuming the Geas caster didn't deviate from the standard wording. I'll take care of it."

She knocks on Agnes's door and she passes minder-status to her. From the way they speak, it seems that they're at least acquantances.

"What do you usually wear in your world? I wonder how different your fashion is from us. Are our clothes similar to what you might find where you came from?"

Her body language indicates that she's ready to lead Allegra over to her room.

"I mean, what I've been wearing lately is army uniform, which isn't exactly the height of fashion. Layered robes is what I'm used to, I've always wanted something in embroidered silk but it hasn't really been practical. This kind of feels like I'm wandering around in my underwear. People do wear this, but mostly as a base layer, or it would at least be decorated."

Allegra is very happy to follow Felicia to her room like an awkward duckling.

Felicia leads. It will take about ten minutes to get to her room.

"Layered robes we can do, although I admit that's not really my style. I don't have silk clothes – we have to import silk from Tian Xia so it tends to be on the pricier side – and also partly because I'm not too fond with the texture of silk. I do have embroidered lace, though, as well as pattern-dyed clothes like this one. I wear summer clothes because it's summer, although you would not wear clothes like this outside: you'd freeze to death. 

What types of decorations would your clothes have? We, the Damianites, tend to prefer floral and plant themed decorations. That's not a hard and fast rule, though. I'm especially partial to them because I love plants – I work in the greenhouse when I'm not doing cleric stuff."

"Ah, my nation is where other people import silk from, so it's not as big a deal. Mostly our decorations are a bit abstract, but anything as long as it's fairly subtle - plant themed can be good for that as long as it's not, like, giant flowers everywhere."

She considers saying she's not that keen on lace because it's scratchy, but that sounds like such an absurd thing to complain about.

"Subtle. Yeah, we can do subtle. I love bright showy designs, but the Damianites as a whole also like elegant, understated designs. I have less 'loud' clothes too. One of our tailors might want to speak to you in the future and ask you more about your world's silk designs and clothes."

They eventually reach Felicia's room, and she opens it with her stamper. It seems the Damianites have the same system. The basic layout and space is identical to Allegra's room, but it's clear that it's more lived in. The white walls aren't bare: there's a big corkboard on one wall decorated with dried flowers and plants, with notes on it like to-do lists and drawings of plants – she's not a good drawer.

The writing desk has a big mirror attached to it which has transformed it into a vanity with integrated magic lighting. There are vials and bottles of assorted beauty products strewn on top of it. The bed, rather than having white sheets, now has plain light green sheets. 

"Why don't you sit down on the vanity's chair?" She smiles.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot to cast Share Language on you. Conradia's been doing it, but I don't think she's meeting with you today, so I have to do it. May I cast it on you now?" She's heard about Allegra's rather strange touchiness with regard to touch spells.

"Sure, I'll hold still." She waits for the spell to be cast before sitting down; it's not so bad when it's not a surprise, it's just like a chirurgeon is seeing to her injury or something.

She'd kind of forgotten she was using weird translation magic to speak, it seems to work better when she doesn't pay too much attention to it.

She's also almost used to what the furniture does - actually, it's really quite relaxing.

She taps her on the shoulder. Share Language: Abyssal.

The Damianites are sometimes called to work with people who have been traumatized for one reason or another, usually initiates from places like Cheliax, and so she's trained in how to approach people who might be...damaged. The Conradian philosophy isn't so good when it comes to dealing with people like that – usually they tell people to just suck it up, or grin and bear it. Not very sustainable, she thinks. But, well, that's why she was chosen by Damian, not Conrad. They live differently, the people on the other side.

"We have several options now: you don't have to pick all of them, just choose which ones you want. I can let you borrow some of my clothes, or I can do your hair, or put makeup on you. I can help you with any one of them, or let you do them yourself." She's not going to lend her any of her jewelry, but clothes and makeup is fine.

"Do we have time for all of those? You'd better help, I'm sure your things are different and you obviously know what you're doing with them."

Allegra is blissfully unaware that Felicia thinks she's traumatised, and actually, sitting back and getting her hair done sounds really nice right now.

She smiles brightly. Her expression is evident on the mirror. Hooray, she gets to give the newcomer a makeover.

She starts with her hair, since it involves hair oil, and she'd rather not get that on her clothes. She takes the bottle and pours a little on her hands at a time, and then drags her fingers through Allegra's hair to work out the tangles. She then takes a comb with her other hand and spreads out the oil using it. Her gestures and actions are relaxed and luxuriant. 

"Do you usually let your hair hang loose, or do you do something with it? Ponytail, braid, bun, or maybe curls or waves? I can curl your hair using an iron."

Oh yes, she could definitely get used to this. It's almost relaxing enough to distract her from the impending doom of two groups of 'chaotic evil' people fighting over her.

"I do partial braids for fancy occasions - braid off the front parts and loop them round to come together at the back? Lately it's just been loose, or back in a tail if I need it out of the way. It does get delightfully wavy if I sleep in braids, but I suspect it might get a bit excessive if deliberately curled."

"I see! I haven't done that style before, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it nicely for you. Since you have someone doing your braid for you, how about a braid starting from the back of the head? I usually like to do it with a ribbon."

She gathers up Allegra's hair and ensures it's all in one big 'piece' at the back, and then takes a long thin white ribbon and places the middle of it on the crown of her head, letting the two strands dangle near Allegra's ears.

"I'll weave the ribbon into the braid and then use that to tie it off at the end. Does that work for you? We can do something else if you don't like that braid style. I also have different colors of ribbon – white is simply the easiest to pair with your clothes, color-wise. Alternatively, the other braid style I commonly do is to weave two braids also starting from the back of the head, and then wrap them around the head, tying the ribbon at the crown. It's a good style if you have a vibrantly colored ribbon."

She opens one of the drawers and there's about a dozen more of the ribbons there in different colors, along with other items like makeup brushes and pads of paper and inkwells and dip pens. 

"Sure, whatever you think will work best; I like the second one, I think? I thought we were going to pick out some different clothes, though, if you're still okay with that? I like the idea of green, it's a bit of a cliche as a Spring mage but I think it works for me."

"Yes, we can pick out an outfit for you once I've finished with your hair. It will only take a few minutes. I wanted to do your hair first so that any hair oil that might spill wouldn't spill on the outfit you're planning on going out in.

In what way is it cliche? Conradia has talked about your world's magic system a little, but I'm not caught up with it."

It really does only take a few minutes. It's clear that Felicia is very practiced with it. Allegra's hair is formed into two braids, which are then wrapped around her head to meet at the crown, where the dangling ribbon is tied. She positions the braids carefully so that they sit above the upper edge of the headband.

She checks her work in the mirror and makes pleased humming noises.

"Do you think that looks good, or is there something about it I should change? Afterward, I can show you my wardrobe."

Allegra normally doesn't like her hair all the way up, she thinks it makes her face look the wrong shape, but that seems acceptably pretty and she doesn't want to be disagreeable.

"It's lovely. I suppose we should pick out clothes next so I don't smudge anything putting them on, yes." 

"Of course," she says, and opens her cabinet. Her wardrobe is very lavishly appointed by Golarion standards. She focuses on the middle-layer clothes.

There are about a dozen dresses, and two dozen skirts, pants, and blouses, as well as some plainer clothes that seem to be loungewear. Most of the clothes are dyed brilliant colors, or have delicate embroidery or patterns. She rifles through the clothes, and picks out a long-sleeved dark green blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons, as well as an ankle-length skirt with a light brown and white paisley pattern. 

"Ooh, I love this one. Do you like it? You can pick out something else if you don't like the pattern. Or do you prefer pants? I have lots of pants too, if I'm planning on going deep into the dirt when working at the garden."

None of these things are really correct; she glances at the dresses to see if any of them look kind of convincingly robe like. "It's a lovely blouse, I might want a closer look at the dresses though - or, do you have anything more, matching in a long skirt?" It's safe to have fashion opinions, right? "Normally I'd go for a slightly lighter shade," she adds.

"Sure thing. I take it you like...looser clothes? Clothes that hang from your body. I tend not to wear those since they're inconvenient to wear when I work. I doubt you'd want to borrow my cleric's robes, although they seem like the thing that you're describing. Let me take a closer look."

She offers:

- a long and thick light green dress with yellow embroidery on the sleeves – it's the sort of thing that you might wear to a ball
- a beige tunic with a thin leather belt to cinch it, paired with an ankle-length brown skirt – it's plain and has no decorations

and then stops.

"Hm, actually, I heard Conradia say you wear layered robes where you come from, right? Layering, layering. That's another thing I tend not to do – the only layering I do is putting on furs when I need to go outside – but I think I can get you that look."

She agonizes in front of the cabinet for a minute, and then picks a long light green wool robe that you cross over the chest, similar to a kimono, with a cloth band to tie it at the waist, as well as a thinner white outer cloak made of a thick canvas-like cloth, secured near the neck with string. Both of them reach all the way down to the ankles. The cloth band is the same light green color as the robe. The hem of the robe is white, with yellow embroidery of a braid running down its length. Aside from the hem, the clothes have no other decorations.

"Does that work for you? I don't wear this one often."

"Yes! That looks great, thank you," replies Allegra, relieved. The cloak isn't perfect and she doesn't normally go in for wool, it tends to itch, but at least it's the right form factor. If she wears it over what she's already got on it should be fine.

"Alright. Ah, right. I'm...not sure if you are particular about modesty where you come from. Some people on Golarion are. Uh, I'll go to the bathroom and then you can knock when you're done changing."

"Oh, no problem, I'm going to put this on over these - I don't like wool directly against my skin much," Allegra explains. She debates adding that she's not at all fussy about changing in front of people either, but decides there's no need to volunteer it right away.

"Do you want to put on makeup? Or perhaps have me do it for you? Otherwise, I can take you to Magnus already. I think we have about twenty minutes left."

She checks the clock.

"Yes, that's right."

She's a little sad that Allegra didn't want to take off her Conradian clothes – she thinks they don't look very good – but it's not a huge deal.