Shizuru raised both brows and eyed Charlie with a look that was half boredom, half "are you shitting me?". "Yes, I feel something. I feel annoyed at being called by people who don't know what they're doing. You don't just open a porthole to hell and not know what you're getting into, girlie." Shizuru stepped from the circle and picked up the girls' book. She flipped through it casually and then let out a low whistle. "How did you end up with this? You two don't look like you could bake brownies, much less control a summoning ritual." She shut the book with a snap and reached out, thwacking Charlie lightly on the top of the head with it. Thump! "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to mess with forces you don't even know anything about? Tch. Mortals." The demoness straightened up again. She looked down at herself, then at the girls a moment. More pointedly, at the state of their dress. Shizuru's lips turned down in a frown. No, she couldn't base her look on those two. She'd just have to improvise something modern. So, she snapped her fingers and summoned a little something. The thick black bile that had spilled from the ghouls slithered across the floor and crawled up her body. It formed into something resembling an inky set of pajamas. Quickly, it gained substance and color, turning into a stylish pair of leather pants, a black dress shirt with a black and grey striped tie (with gold tie pin) and black boots. The outfit was accented with silver chains and a brown leather belt with a gold buckle. The demoness grinned to herself and then looked at the pair of girls again, smile fading into that look of unimpressed boredom. "You know, if I was the bad kind of demon I could kill you right now. Or worse. So let that be a lesson to you. Or do I have to hit you again?" The demoness tossed Charlie back the book. "Where do you keep the food in this place? As long as I'm stuck here, I might as well have a snack."