Under the dome; the pale light of mid day filtered through the dome over the city best known for the Martian Red Light district and at the alter of her muse Leng's smile flickered like an old special effect involving a strobe light. The outfit was already sitting in a crate by her bunk, readied a week ago when she'd planned this. By the standards of a spacer or stationer it was exotic, a calf length rust red broomstick skirt, a white peasant blouse, old fashioned ankle boots with heels. On top of that a short leather vest, wire rimmed glasses with green tinted lenses, and a battered top hat. "Jewelry... what do you think Sparkle?" her voice had a slight burr of German accent as she spoke local Arabic. *The tektite and meteoric iron I think. Something fallen from space to go with the old fashioned look?* Her muse came back after a slight pause, the AR vision on a little cartoon pony prancing over to her jewelry case. "Sounds about right..." Leng opened the case and put on the earrings, bracelet, and paired rings which had been a gift from a Sufi, "Mirror please." The AR reflection flickered into being with Sparkle Pony holding it up. *Looking good.* "Are you sure this is a good idea Sparkle?" *You know what they say. If you don't try you can't succeed.* Leng sighed and adjusted her hat, "Okay, you win. Let's head for the Thai place." She stepped out, her heels clicking a cadence on the New Shanghai street as she made her way to the Dragon of Mars.
—At least with Lovecraft, nobody pretends the gods are nice. And wherever you end up, there is guaranteed to be tentacles.