Underworld Witch
Once Maiev’s focus had left Valery’s head, the ‘veil’ that weaved around it seemed to sink into the Jedi. Everything about it changed, from the hair and eye colour, changes in complexion and makeup, even down to specific details like the styling of the hair. Of course the very specific details like Valery’s scar, were also absent.
As the witch’s hands travelled along the length of Valery’s arms, and across the upper back, an almost ethereal-looking silk wrapped around every spot. It followed Maiev’s movements as she walked around to face Valery, and shifted her focus to the Jedi’s torso.
Valery’s words got a small chuckle out of the witch. She caught the Jedi Master’s gaze, a playful smirk to match. “Not the first time I’ve heard that.” After all, she didn’t name her business just because she liked the alliteration. “Not quite yet, my inner perfectionist is currently at odds with the time restraint we’re dealing with.”
But the witch worked quickly, and efficiently. She moved almost like a dance, as her hands moved across Valery’s body. Once at her back, Maiev had to refrain from immediately hitting the common pressure points like she would during a massage.
Old habits.
It wasn’t long before Maiev had moved onto Valery’s legs, and not long after that when she took a couple steps back. With a whispered chant, the woven silk sunk into the Jedi’s clothing and established the illusion. Changing Valery’s iconic attire, to something more akin to a smuggler.
“All done, what do you think?” Maiev asked, conjuring a full length mirror with a wave of her hand. “Everything went smoothly, except for the lightsabers unfortunately. The crystals within are too strong for the illusion to work.”
