Inyrra watched as the demoness transformed back into the naked, shapely form of the priestess. She let out a soft sigh of relief and smiled, almost breaking into a fit of giggles at the question about her clothing.<span style="color: indigo"> "No, I think it would be best to put your clothing on. It will make the explanation much more straightforward." </span>She thought that it would be best if she too dressed and she moved to her discarded armour. Her hands shook as the lust and adrenaline started to wear off and her usual flawless grace faltered, forcing her to struggle into her tight fitting armour.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>