"You hold my lamp." she said. The words having great significance and weight for her. "Does my appearance displease you?" Her question sounding genuine, "If I may..."
In an instant, she shifted. Her shape seeming indistinct for a moment, before settling back to a more familiar selection. She was still dressed rather briefly, but now in a more biker scraps of black leather, and banishing the turban.
Giving a twirl, she allowed Robin to take in her new clothes from every angle.
"You don't have to dress to please..." Robin said, trying not to gawp.
"She can if she wants...." Chance added with a chuckle.
"It is no burden, or strain... Mistress..." adding the final title cautiously. "My appearance is secondary to me."
"Please, it's just Robin, not Mistress." Swallowing nervously it was penetrating how strange and potentially dangerous the new arrival might be. "You... You've not given us your name." She nodded inviting the new arrival to answer. "Tell us about yourself..."
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