reflected from the mirror i saw a young girl, who wore just-darker-than-skin thigh high soft material shoes , wich had patterns scaling up my legs and stopping at my thigh, the band up top to keep them in place was brass and the metal was cold, it had a large patterned circle that pressed coolly on my skin , just above that was a white shift-like-shirt that had the short sleeves in tatters ,torn black material covered my right arm and a metal cuff crawled along the wrist of my left.my bright orange hair was covered by a grey-ish hood, leaving all of my face in shadow, except for my eyes.
the last thing i noticed of the girl in the mirror was the large , intricatley carved knife that glowed onto the skin of her pale thigh.
with one last appraisal in the mirror i turned and left the bathroom.