Similthan strode in as cocky as can be.<br/><br/>The marsh was a nightmare and the inn seemed slightly shabby... however perhaps not too bad in staff and customer he thought as he looked at those gathered and and the succubus servant.<br/>Still, there was a problem.. clothing, the bane of all eyes and hider of wonders. He'd have to change that.<br/><br/>His eyes flash blue for a moment with the arcane, rendering them a weak echo of his past of being a High-elf, all to signify a spell taking place. Divination was so useful, although others call his way of using it perverse... how could it be a crime?<br/><br/>Happily he made his way to a table that caught his eye. His face was turning around and around, looking at women, their clothing non-existent to his eyes and allowing him to see their bodies in the nude.<br/><br/>Now was time for the second stage of a plan, spreading the gifts to all!  A finger of his pulses of magic weaving an illusion quite naughty, he tries to craft the image of demon servant's nude body and transplant it on her, giving her the appearance of having no clothing no matter how many layers she may have on! Yes, that's how they were meant, to be unrestrained... they're from the TWisting Nether after all. Surely the warlock incharge is powerful enough to keep her from eating a soul or two?<br/><br/>It was at this point he arrived to the table, his head cocked to the side and his lips smiled before speaking "Hi, how is everyone? It's quite wet outside isn't it?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>