"Only what he [i]Deserves[/i] dahling.. Don't worry, I don't intend to [i]injure[/i] him, --not physically anyway."

"what do you mean by that exactly?" asked Vivian with a worried tone.  Ember was completely unflustered, and continued his toilette with aplomb.

"Oh, you know-- take the wind from his sails? that sort of thing-- You'll see dahling..." he quipped with a sparkle in his eyes, just before letting his hair down, teasing it into voluminous silky curls, then giving it a dab with his wand, giving it a shimmering golden hue and lustre. 

As he worked, his already decidedly feminine looking features intensified, until the point where nobody would ever suspect he was anything other than a finely dress, drop-dead-gorgeous woman in her mid 20s. The makeup was practically luminous-- rather than dark, giving a vibrant, healthy and vivacious candor to his face.If you didn't already know it was Ember, you would have never guessed.

"Now then-- " he said, as he stood up, then pointed his wand down the front of his bodice, at each side of his chest, one-- then the other. Fantastically well-wrought illusory breasts bloomed inside, neatly and fully filling the loose fitting garment until it looked ready to burst at the seams, before giving them a shake, sending them jiggling.

"How do I look?" he quipped with a naughty tone, while gesturing with his free hand that she should take in the whole ensemble.
"Illusions are supremely useful dahling-- When you get good at them, they even have false substance-- Look how perky they are!" 

"But it's not yet complete dahling-- Since I'm going to be doing the talking, there's one last bit that's needed..."

He flicked the wand in the air just in front of him, and a tiny, vaporous 'puff' clung to the air, which he then promptly inhaled, before giving a cute little cough.

"....So?  How do I sound?  Did I get the timbre right?"  he drolled, in a practically princess-sounding voice. ".. A fun little trick dear-- By making the air just a teeny bit lighter, it changes the tone of your voice. You don't have to risk injuring yourself by trying to alter your voice directly dear-- Clever magic works at the problem from the sides-- But it does make you feel a bit flushed after awhile, so don't use it for long."

With a flick, he vanished the curtain, then gestured toward the foot locker, sending the makeup kit and the mirror gently sailing, as they neatly put themselves away before the lid closed with a thud.

"Shall we get going?  We shall need names to suit our identities--- I think I look like a 'Lilly'. And you dear? Hmm.... Perhaps ... 'Alice'. Yes.. Alice."

He grinned mischievously, as he gestured toward the door.  "Ready Miss Alice? Let's go say hello to that 'charming gentleman'."