bnc is wearing her usual outfit - a pair of black jeans and a hoodie in the same color - but you can still tell that she prepared herself for the occasion. She's done up with make-up, however slightly (and, in comparison to Yael, clumsily). The wifi tattoes on her head and shoulders show show a slightly bizarre, yet artistic black-and-white image of rose tendrils burying their thorns into the flesh. A single drop of blood, the only thing in color, trickled down her neck, collarbone, and vanished under the hoodie, presumably in her décolleté. It's difficult to tell whether this drop is a tattoo, fake blood, or real one.
She's wearing black-and-silver earrings. Her fibreoptic hair is dyed black with a hint or purple, reflecting the light ever so slightly. It's shaped in an irregular fashion, like she had engaged in heavy physical activity just recently.
A single script in small, chisel-look letters runs down her neck: MECAPE SI POTES.
Here comes the big one. Let's rock! She smiles when her guardian spirit enters the room. After allowing him a slightly melodramatic entering, she adresses the group once again.
"Ouh, wow. Real oranges. 40 year old scotch. Zelda. I guess my bottle of vodka is dwarfed by your efforts. Uhm. For the adventurous among you, I might make up with something hand-made..."
To cover her embarrassment (she knows about the mixed feelings of her comardes in regard to her hobbies), she turns around to staple glasses on a prepared tableau.