Rachel craned her neck to try and see if there was a way through the crowd to get to her driver. The people in the lobby were now beginning to make their way to the ballroom for dinner. Dinner? Without changing from her travel clothes?

"It's just not done!" As she pondered this inconvenience, she began to make her way through the swarm of monsters, but was getting no where fast.

"Ugh. This is really... Really not..."

She spotted her driver, also heading to the ball room for a meal. How he actually ate was a mystery, but her bags were a more pressing issue. Rachel heaved and straigned through the crowd, but gave up as her driver vanished from view, transformed into bat mode and decided that she would have no choice but to go to dinner dressed in her travel attire.

She swooped into the ball room and eyed the array of tables. Nearly every table was filled and there seemed no place that she could sit. Her eyes whirled around with displeasure. It just wasn't her night.

After fixing her gaze upon the hotel owner's chair, she noticed his absence.

"Let's see," she thought. "Control freak, likes things done his way... Kitchen?"

She flew downwards and through the doors to thr right, down the corridoor and through the kitchen doors. It was not proper for someone of her status to be in the kitchens, but she had really had enough of the night's events to really not care a single squashed pigeon about technicalities. She transformed back into her normal self, ablbeit a little dishevled, and cleared her throat in his direction.

Drac jumped slightly at the small noise, but straightened himself once he discovered who it was.

"My Lady," He greeted, giving a light grin as he shooed away a witch who was trying to serve him samples of the soup. "What can I do for you this fine evening?"

Rachel's hair was rather messy from all the hustle and bustle. She blew away a strand of hair from her face and attempted to regain her composure.

"It appears I have a problem on my hands."

Her eyes followed the witch who still wanted to offer soup to the Count as she continued to explain her predicament.

"The problem I have is that my driver appears to have droppped off my luggage, but it has not yet been brought up to my suite. I have had no choice but to..." She gestured to her messy travel clothes. "Wear this, which is highly inappropriate for dinner." She gave a small grin, flashing her pearly whites. "Especially in the company of one such as yourself."

Aello reached her hand upwards and took hold of Sophia's. After getting to her feet, she ruffled her feathers to shake off any floor dirt.

"Uhh, gee. Uh. Thanks. I'm like... Aello. Mmm-hmm."

She used the handerchief to mop her chin off and offered it back innocently with a proud little grin on her face.

Dracula smiled. He could always count on Lady Rachel to be punctual and perfect. Reaching out, he gently patted her cheek.

"Leave it to me dear Lady," And with that, he gave a light snap. In a flash, a pair of witches set to work. In a cloud of sparkles, dust, and a bit of green fog they spun their magic.

Within a total of two minuets, the witches spurred away, leaving Lady Rachel in a brand new dress; black in color and slim to fit, it held a slit that ran up the leg, stopping at mid thigh.

"There," He grinned. "Better?"

"Oh... Holy..."

She stared down at the dress in surprise. It was certainly her style but she was not used to having such a revealing leg slit. Her faced whitened with slight embarrassment hoping that the count did not... Dislike her form at least.

"W-Well... Y-Yes. Most appreciated. I... Wow." She lifted the chest line a little in an attempt to cover up a smidge. "It's not too much? I'd hate to lower the tone of your evening."

The Count smiled warmly, his eyes glancing about the young vampriss.

"You look fine, Racheal," He reassured, gently patting her should. "You should go and find a seat. You can sit vith me and my.... guest."

((OOC: Sorry for the delay. I've been super ill. Dx))

Lady Rachel looked down at her shoulder where the Count had patted and back up to his face again.

"Most kind. Indeed. I shall enjoy your company this night. If it is agreeable to you."

She noted a tone in his voice when he had mentioned his other 'guest' and it caused her to raise a brow.

"Is everything OK? You are seemingly flustered by something."