Anou was tired of looking green. It was a nice transmog, to be sure, but enough already... What it did to her lovely olive complexion was, well, let's just say she felt like she'd come out of the Undercity Beauty Parlor.
As she embarked on her quest for Fel Fire—yes, more green—she decided something bloody and sinister would be more appropriate. Black Temple is not the most colorful of places, and she felt that the glow from the skulls on her shoulders would help warm her and light her way.
Featured above: Merciless Gladiator's Dreadweave Mantle, Imperial Ghostbinder's Robes, Undying Shadow Grips, Runed Stygian Belt, Unassuming Slippers, Damnation.
The dresses with the plunging necklines and deep décolletées are her absolute favorite (because quite honestly, when you got it, flaunt it, and Anou is all about curb appeal), and tend to last longer as far as 'mogs go.
Here she is, above and below, looking down her nose at peasants in the throne room of the Ruins of Lordaeron, where they come to bring their commoners' gripes and complaints, and to thank the royalty by offering a chicken for their table...
Yllap, the smallest of her bratty imps, presides over the meetings,
cracking jokes and smirking at everyone, making it very hard for our
dear Anou to keep her composure.
Where did Anou fly off to after her official business? :O
Editor's note: I wish the staff didn't glow green because of the enchant. Alas, we can't transmog 'chants yet. :/