Once Gwenda’s horse-cock had shrunk back to its normal state, she made a brief visit by her mistress at the far left of the bar counter. The hooded warlock unfolded a piece of shiny, black cloth that she had kept somewhere nearby, and only after Gwenda had stepped inside it and pulled it upwards, the garment began to resemble a classy satin dress. Even with a tall, narrowing opening at the front, the highest part of the hem was long enough to hide the dark-pink tip of the well-hung penis, while at its lowest, the dress reached right above the tips of her black hooves. Her tail was the hard part, but once she managed to slip it through the hole at the back, the rest of the dress was easy to wear. The back was open and left plenty of room for the base of her wings, and the sleeveless front with a single wide strap over the right shoulder settled well onto her nearly flat bust. If it wasn’t for her demonic features, she could easily be mistaken for a small elven lady on high-heeled boots.<br/><br/>With a careful look around the tavern, everyone seemed very much occupied by either work or heated sex. There was only the crew of five, presumably sailors, who were merely conversing with one another, but their abnormal behavior repelled the sophisticated demon. Gwenda ended up at an empty table where she had clear view of the door and the stairs, and while no one of interest entered the tavern, she flirted for her own amusement with the naked goblin bruiser who did her best to avoid any further eye contact with the seductress.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>