Even someone as strong as Alisa broke a sweat after a while, carrying goods and furniture left and right... Or maybe it just wasn't so much a matter of strength and stamina but a low tolerance for the sweltering summer heat, understanding from a woman whose paternal family came from the far north of Earthland, deep in the frigid lands of Iceberg. More often than not she found herself rubbing the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead, wiping away the excess prespiration as she kept on her hard work, fanning herself ever so often. And yet the faint smile on her face betrayed none of it. The preparations had been going quite well, and for the first time in a good while, Alisa found herself idle handed, with nothing to busy herself with. And so, she merely meandered through the guild hall, until the mere sight of her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. Looking left then right as she found the room empty, Alisa's lips drew into a smile as she used the power of her ring, replaced her homey jeans and shirt with the eye catching backless one piece swimsuit she'd picked for the party:
"Fufufu~... I've really outdone myself here, hmm~?", mused the sculptress, her hand sliding up the side of her body, tracing her sinuous shape as it finally hooked behind her neck, the other coming to rest on her hip as she turned aside ever so slightly, admiring the lilac number as it sat snugly around her tall, statuesque form in the most flattering way imaginable.
Clearly, nothing quite evidenced the Master's vanity and narcissism like the transfixed fashion in which she admired her own reflexion, utterly mesmerized by it as she took in every angle for what must surely be the millionth time. After all, she'd put a lot of time and effort in picking just the right choice of swimwear:
"Can't wait until she sees it~...", the thought alone had her biting her lip, making it all too clear that whoever it was Alisa hoped to show this too, she was defenitely looking forward to quite the ravishing reaction.
At this point, Alisa all but forgot how she'd already given her wife a sneak peak of her snazzy new swimsuit, but even if she had, it wouldn't have mattered... After all, she had complete confidence in her charm and her capability to take her breath away a second time.
Mind you, Alisa was perfectly sure she was alone here... Though she felt not the slightest ounce of shame in admiring her own choice of clothing, she was hardly so self absorbed as to engross herself in her own visage with somebody else in the room.