"I was Lady Sashra, Mis... Robin." she answered. Pain spiked briefly in Robin's temple, and Lady Sashra shifted again. "You prefer a more modest apparel."
In a blink Sashra flickered, returning with more flesh covered, in an outfit that could more easily pass for biker gang wear.
The leather creaking in protest, as she blossomed into a more curvaceous body. Earning herself an elbow from Chance. As Terror waved off the invitation, she snapped back to the more modest form.
"Wait... wait.... wait..." Robin objected, "You can read minds?"
"How else would I know what you wanted, and how you saw it?" Sashra shrugged. Again dismissing the question, as if the answer were obvious.
"But, I can bless you with such a body... if you wish?" Her eyes fixed on Chance. "You want her to gaze at you with that lust?"
Chance furtively looked to Terror, as the more submissive of the pair. She silently sought her approval. Before meeting Sashra's eyes once again. Lips pursed tightly together, a hint of overbite on her lower lips. She gave a short but definite nod.
It was Chance's turn to blink, as her face became even more beautiful. Her lips plumping up, looking glossy and inviting. But, it was only the first subtle change.
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