Thank whatever Gods may be for magical dry cleaners. After her little adventure at the skeleton carnival, Alisa had no way of knowing if she'd ever be able to don this dress ever again, at least, not without looking like she'd just fled from a massacre scene. Sure, many serial killer in the past would have killed for as good a remover of blood stains as the one Alisa recently hired, but then again, such people didn't really need a big reason to slaughter anyway... If looks could kill though... Then this Pegasus would defenitely be no better than the worst of them.
She tried though - spent most of her time trying to be precise - working out, staying in shape, and constantly presenting herself at her most beautiful. In her mind, that's what it really meant to be Blue Pegasus; always striving to better yourself, and accept no less than the best you could be at any given moment. To seek perfection, yet understanding one could never truly reach it. Such was the true meaning of beauty, well, to Alisa anyway, but in the end she came pretty close to her guild's general idea...
And this choice of dress illustrated it: Between the frills around her full bust, the gaps around her smooth shoulders , and the sheer spots baring her sinuous hips and toned midriff, the sculptress presented the very picture of confidence, flaunting her figure with a faint smile on her plush, glossy lips. Even she couldn't resist her own charms, her smile widening whenver she passed by a mirror or wherever should gaze at her reflection...
Her destination? After all, why would an elegant woman walk around the streets at night, under the radiant gleam of the full moon, wearing a sinister but sexy dress that left little to imagination?
Why, a Halloween party, of course! After so long of wandering Fiore and dealing with a myriad of spirits, the spooky season had finally reached its climax, and she just so happened to find herself in Baska.
"Now then, let's see what surprises await me~", she thought out loud, turning to her Litwick partner as it hovered around her, flipping her long lustruous hair before stepping into the party; cleverly located close to the train station, where the lights were dim and the scenery looked derelict.
Everything looked the part, and Alisa was no different: Not only had she worn the same dress with which she'd gone spirit hunting this past month, she also applied a temporary magical transformation... It didn't exactly turn her into a demon, with the scary aura and all that jazz, but it made her a pretty close second: Blackening her sclerae, growing a set of horns on her head and a tail below, she'd could just as easily fool unsuspecting partygoers...