<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/47/f4/5c/47f45c20b799dca62f91e812d7299844.jpg)</div><strong>Emerald Dante</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the festival<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Emerald blinked as she was left in a pair of panties, her purse (which she was still getting used to) and high heeled boots that Saku had bought her. The rest of her wickedly delightful outfit vanished. She glared at the vendor as she tried to recast the outfit ago, only to watch it unravel even more rapidly each time. She turned to the fairy with an exasperated sigh.<br/><br/>“That twit is blocking my magic and that was how I dressed for tonight.” She said as she shifted back to her succubi. “And it’s messing with my shapeshifting.” She had the look of someone who wanted to slap said vendor with a length of pipe.