Sphix gave the demoness one last glare. Then she gave up. Having some extra clothing did sound appealing, in the same way new piles of bones did, and she was really starting to feel cold. She shivered again and, with a shrug, allowed her fur to grow back. It also caused her to have wings, as she had never been good at stopping the change mid-form.

When she was comfortable again, she nodded at Chantinelle. “Very well”, she said. “Outfits. Lead the way, and no tricks.”