Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Probably just in Irene's closet! Where else would she have seen it? On her own person, as part of a venom-induced hallucination? Crazy talk.

"Thanks," Irene replied with a wide smile, because she knew she looked great (but also ridiculous.) "It's making me consider whether red might not be a nice change for summer, next year."

This was delivered with a little pat to her wig, so it was clear she meant her hair and not the dress, but her hand also went quickly enough from that wig to the metallic structure covering Amaya's back. Irene did so love an excuse to touch in public, and she figured that running a curious, gloved finger along that metallic frame provided enough plausible deniability, right?

"And you've outdone yourself." Because really, she should have expected something cool from Amaya, and that's what this was: it wasn't intentionally sexy, or campy, or even all that scary -- it was fucking cool.