Syrisa focused on the warrior, admiring her naked beauty. Her fingers moved and she mumbled softly, barely intoning the words of magic as her body shifted. For such a simply result the spell was difficult. She stared intently at the stretching amazon and the last syllables passed her pretty lips. Suddenly, that toned body was shrouded in clinging silk that exactly matched the color of Emma's eyes. The dress clung to her hips and waist and the neckline plunged into a deep V to show the enticing line of her cleavage. Even though she could not see, she knew the dress clung to the curve of Emma's backside. It was perfect and well worth the throbbing headache such and intricate spell had caused. Of course Emma would never know that.<br/><br/>Syrisa eyed the blonde warily. She knew that Emma usually had an instinctual reaction to having magic used against her and she cringed at the thought of that iron grip digging into her temples again. Her bare breasts heaved as she watched the taller woman.<span style="color: indigo"> "I would love to celebrate our last night here, Mi.... Emma."</span>She said sheepishly as she watched Emma's reaction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>