**Clokk**
Zhevra stopped walking... shutting her eyes and groaning in frustration.
She had just heard the unmistakable sound... of her own cloven hoof.
She glanced at the back of her hands... red, like the shine of a pomegranate.
The illusion had worn off, revealing her true form. She was a tiefling... a cursed woman born with the blood of devils.
"Life is f*cking me," She cursed underneath her breath as she incanted a Spell, "⌈Silent Steps.⌋"
Pulling her hood low, she skulked back to her co-conspirator's quarters.
Quickly casting a ⌈Knock⌋ spell, she let herself in... just in time for her to dash forward and grab the wrist of Princess Imperia of House Vulkoori.
"(R... release me,)" The suicidal whore begged.
"(No, Princess,)" Zhevra glared. "(I will do no such thing.)"