When Pilar emerges from the restaurant there is a flush about her, a brightness, she is wearing her +2 Belt of Physical Perfection and is 7 abilitypoints greater in every physical abilitystat. It feels like there's a great waterwheel turning inside her and powering her, pushing her to do more, more, more before this day ends.
She wants to dance like Abrogail Thrune did in her ballroom, though she never learned how; would her curse let her if it was for a party? She wants to be as pretty as Abrogail Thrune, or at least pretty enough that people look twice. She wants to put on her Belt of Giant's Strength, and challenge a man to a fight, and punch far harder than a pretty wizard girl should; and rouse his wrath, and lose to him, and be forcibly taken by him and several of his friends in retribution.
She wants to be hurt, hurt until she screams, hurt until she stops thinking, hurt until she stops being so pathetic, punished and ground into the dirt. There is some terrible dire fate that waits for her and she is tired of fearing it, tired of whining about it, if she can't just face it right away. Her superiors did tell her that there was some defect in her Asmodeanism, related to seizing things that she wants and having the pride to be more than a golem; maybe she is finding a little of that pride now.
In a half-drunken decision Pilar buys a +4 headband of Splendour, as should not be too much, her Sevarwrought +6 headband might be too much, but she can deal with 3 points more of Splendour than she ever had before; Pilar puts it on herself, and the will that burns through her lifts her up like a hawk taking wing.