She held out her arm, inspecting the deep sleeves. She spun, and was pretty sure she was in love. "I'm buying this one. There's no doubts about it. I love it. But, there's more. I still have two or three more I need to find." She grinned, and bowed elegantly fluid. It's more taunt than respectful. A thing made very clear when she causes electricity to flare at her fingertips. It's showy, but meant to be that way.
She moves off to a rack further away. She grabs the costume there, and prances behind the curtain. Another entrance made this time in deep red leather. It's almost painted over her form. Leathery wings are formed on her back. Her black hair flows between them in a curling column. The front of her hair is gathered back from her face. Horns protrude from her head.
The dress itself is a colomn of red. It began, strapless, right beneath her arms in corsetted fashion, and stopped at mid thigh. Boots the same shade come to her knees. The heels are dangerous on the things. She carried a silvered pitchfork in her hand, and stood hipshot.