Praise From The Elf

'I think this should be enough to look like a noble family kid.' She observed her face for a moment more. 'No. Who am I kidding? I am so beautiful that I look even better than those spoiled brats.' She made a little twirl. I'm so handsome! Killer looks! I will break countless girls' hearts!'

She then frowned at herself. She was reminded of how good-looking Arlan was, as well as that scary red-eyed man. 

'You are being narcissistic, Ori.'  But then, that frown was replaced by a proud smile. 'Not narcissist, but it's called being self aware. I can't lie to myself. I am so pretty even that perverted noble brat wants a piece of me.'

With a proud smile on her face, she stepped out of the clothing store.

She returned to the harbor, and this time, she did not return to the longship. Instead, she merged with the group of nobles in a fancy cruise. Though her heart bled at the sky-high expense, she still went through it for precaution.