The dark leather of Ziah's top creaked in protest; forced to stretch forwards to accommodate the sudden swelling of her breasts.  Within a moment, she was sporting a pair that was easily two sizes greater than her normal bust - much to the mud woman's approval, who offered a lewd whistle as she finally gathered up the sash that was left on the ground.  Her hands and arms hardened to solidify into smooth clay, leaving only scant traces of soil on the fine cloth.  "Well, I suppose it will get dirty eventually...oh, well."  She tossed the sash around her neck, letting it drape over her torso.<br/><br/>"A deal is a deal...I can't see myself using such a fine mirror when I could simply change to whatever I want..." she sighed, a little disappointed.  "A pity I can't go with you.  When you see the Tinders, do tell them I said hello?  I've missed the...company."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>