"What do you mean, 'I can't hide it when I'm up?'" Beryl said to Nic, frowning slightly. "I can. You know I can." She eyed him over, but his expression never wavered. Not even his telltale eyebrow twitch he usually did when he was bluffing. "What? You really don't think I could pull off your little scam?"
Nic shrugged with indifference.
"Fine. I'll show you!" Beryl said, standing abruptly and leaving the common room.
In a moment, she was back, wearing not only the short green dress and high heeled shoes and necklace, but a smart looking jacket, earrings and a bit of light makeup as well. "There," she said to Nic. "Satisfied? 'Wifey' enough for you?"
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)