Fox tugged the gloves on. They fit snugly to the hand, the soft black leather barely noticeable. Inspecting them she smirks at the slashes at the end that allow her fingertips to have a better feel for lock picks and other precise instruments. With a snap of her fingers the gloves disappear on her hand, invisible to avoid suspicion in places where gloves are uncommon.
Looking to the table in front of her, she picked up a couple of her lock picks and the large complex lock she had bought to practice with. Fitting the pick and tension wrench inside she could already feel the magic amplifying the small motions and frictions from the mechanism into her hands. It took her half the time she usually does, and the lock popped open.
She smiles and re-locks the device. “And now…” She mutters as she summons her invisible mage hand to take the lock picks. They float and place themselves within the lock and it was as if she could still feel the picks in her hand. The tension of the wrench, the pick lightly raking over the tumbler and selecting the pins. The lock popped open again just as easily as before.
Snapping her fingers to bring the gloves back into view, she inspected them again for their flexibility and smiled to herself. “I am going to 'ave fun with these.”