Wasting no time at all, Ember found his cabin, in which the crew had delightfully stowed his "day kit" in the foot locker (Which consisted of his deluxe makeup kit and silver mirror).

Gingerly, he locked the door, whipped out his wand, then practically danced his way out of his gown, leaving it suspended in the air like a disembodied dance partner.  He had long ago discarded the use of dress making dummies, and just worked with magic straight up.

"We dont have time to go digging in the cargo hold darling--" he purred to himself "So, let's get you all gussied up for a meeting with 'her majesty.'"

From flicks of the wrist here and there, showers of light and sparkles, slight hissing and crackling sounds, and other odd occurrences followed, as the gown was skillfully transformed from what was clearly an avant-garde mermaid costume, into a sleek dress of fine black silks and gold embroidered trim, with a deep V neck, slit legs, long sleeves, and a pleated bodice.

Once again, the limber, and milky white skinned gentleman whirled about, and danced back into his clothing, making a wide flourish.

"I DO so love a well fitting ensemble!" he cooed, before extracting the makeup kit and mirror.

"We simply MUST look JUST right darling... -- Not too flashy now-- A little more demure..."

Makeup brushes, pastels, pencils, creams, and other unguents moved about as if they had minds of their own in the air about his head, as he looked this way and that in the hand mirror held out in front of him.  A dark palette was chosen, with dusky cheeks, a subdued maroon lipstick, a tight fitting asymmetrical twisted braid held in an illusory hair-net of dark netting, combined with similarly illusory black pearl earrings and pendant to create a masterpiece of simple but refined elegance.

He made a kissing face at the mirror, and smiled.

"Simply beautiful darling-- As always.  Knock em dead."

Standing up from the small chair near the bunk he had been sitting in for his toilette, he once more flicked his wand, and the supplies eerily sailed to his foot locker, and put themselves away neatly once more, before he strolled to the door, opened it, and headed for the ascending staircase.