"Hey piggies! Are you excited for my re-debut? Thaaaaaaaat's right! Coming to you live from anywhere that's not that goddamn basement anymore, it's your shining savior of pop, voted number one dragon in your hearts, the beautiful, [i]adorable[/i], [u]celestial[/u] IDOL of everyone's dreams, Elizabeth Bathory~"

Pink sparkles and glittering spotlights are something she can conjure anywhere and at any time. Rapturous applause is not; that's half the reason for her rivalry with the tone deaf Empress. She can glare at a handful of foxes until they break into a smattering of polite clapping but that just isn't the same. Which is why it's so important that she be broadcasting right now! How's a girl supposed to build a worldwide fanbase if all she does is quiet acts of invisible heroism?

Pointless! Stupid! But luckily...

"That's right, scream for me my lovelies! I'll have you lapping at my boots before you know it ♥! These cute little girls and I just need to save oooooone little world first! So hold on tight and don't you dare look away! Because I [i]will[/i] be checking later!"

Now there is simply getting dressed, and there is getting dressed in a way that is worthy of a Number One Idol. The difference mostly bakes down into whether or not you get a magical girl transformation sequence. As befits her station and her experience, the air around Elizabeth turns iridescent, and her body starts to glow.

Sparkle! Sparkle! First come the boots: big chonkers in a very pretty matte black that rise up to her knees, with white laces crisscrossing back down the length of them and a wide but pleasantly feminine heel. Is she wearing socks under there? Wouldn't you like to know, you pervert. Bet you think about dragon girl feet a lot. Well then you can go watch the [i]other[/i] stream where they cover that.

Anyway, glitter! Glitz! The next step in the outfit is an uneven leotard in gorgeous royal purple accented with golden markings in diamonds and scale patterns. It has one sleeve (on her left arm) which cuts off at the wrist and features a diamond-shaped cutout around her perfect tummy, as well as a heart-shaped one above her demure and even more perfect chest. Her modesty is preserved by a black bralette that manages to convey a sense of showing off even more. Cute! Elegant! Daring! That's what makes her the best.

Kirakira! Moon dragon magic! Skirts settle overtop of her oh-so-glamorous hips: one of them a short frilly white number descending only to the top of her left thigh and the other an elegant black number that settles past her boots, with a length of white silk flowing from underneath it that reaches to nearly the ground. The two halves of these two different skirts join at the middle in tasteful asymmetry that shows and flows with equal verve.

Uh... shimmer! Shine! What's this outfit missing? Well of course it's a high-crop leather biker girl's jacket, dotted across the shoulders and chest with metal studs in patterns reminiscent of her leotard. It's cut so high up that it covers essentially nothing below the top of her ribs, serving really as more of an extra set of sleeves and a vehicle for her to carry a series of dangling straps with shining metal buckles fanning out behind her back, giving her the impression that she is a moment away from sprouting wings on a whim. 

Gleam! Glow! A pair of deep purple ribbons pull a few small shocks of her into twin-tails that sit flush and fall down from her elegant horns. A single shock of white splashes through her still-pinker-than-pink bangs to sell the idol rocker look extra super mega hard, like you have no idea. Slip silver bangles under her sleeves and wrap a chain belt around her waist to show off a little bit extra.

Of course, we are still going to space. As a Servant and a Dragon and an Idol her relationship to the upper atmosphere is a bit unusual compared with the company she now finds herself keeping, but a girl does need air to sing. Which is why a black mask fitted with very tastefully sewn in speakers clips overtop of her mouth and nose, hiding her jaw but adding to the wonder and mystery of her expression. Oh, is she smiling right now? Is she smirking like she thinks I'm trash? She could be! Oh I hope she is, kyaaaaa! And so on. That's my impression of you by the way, you foot enjoying weirdo. We're not talking about socks! We've moved past this!

Into finisher poses! Legs apart! One hand on hips! Second hand flashing sideways peace sign over eye! Tail raised behind her for maximum impact! Heavy Metal... Infused Pop Princess Space Idol Elizabeth SUNSHARDS is on the scene!

"By the way now that it's come to this I'm expecting big things from you, my cutie fanclub president. Don't go disappointing me. And don't show me up, either! I don't bust out the wardrobe changes just to play backup vocals to a bunch of foxes. Make me look good and we'll all go home happy, got it?"

But Kat only smiles, which is clear because of how much her eyes are glittering at the sights she has borne witness to. She sidles up close and wraps her arms around the dragon idol of everyone's dreams in a big old Fluffybiscuits hug.

"Thanks for bein' here and helpin'. It's nice to make a new friend right at the end."

Lucky, space masks prevent all the signs of blushing from showing on Elly's perfect face. What the heck? What are you supposed to do against something this... sweetie? She really [i]is[/i] a Fluffybiscuits...