For the big banquet tonight, I am served with a full pampering, an intense beauty regimen with three attendants to oversee my transformation. After bathing in myrrh and fine-fragrant oils, my body is scented with shiny, skin-nourishing cream. At the vanity table, Juwela braids my hair, numerous plaited locks, each pulled through thin gold bands. Another decorates my face with cosmetics that exaggerate my features with a gaudy finish as if I am a forgotten goddess that stole a mortal form.
The third attendant finally returns, and she comes back with a companion, drawing in a wide-ranging assortment of exquisite gowns. Which unfortunately was a wasted effort because my decision is already made. I only need one that covers my tattoos, and this Juwela relays for me, and I entrust her with the task to choose for me.
