<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">nsfw image</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/276/e/9/Temple_Guard_Priestess_2_by_OzSpiniello.jpg)</div></div></div>The matron, unruffled by Doxi's attempts to fluster her with the rude language did accept Doxi's hand when it was offered the second time.  They went to the captain's cabin, where Doxi had quite a collection of clothing, mundane, erotic, utilitarian, and otherwise.  While Doxi tended to keep her prefered shape most of the time, any changeling worth their salt had a fair collection of clothing to suit needs and body shapes.  Eventually however they found a long red dress with black and purple corset that fit the matron well.   With matching accessories, the outfit looked a touch on the slutty side, but certainly nothing terribly inappropriate.  Hell, high fashion among court and nobility often skirted the line of risque into outright lewd.   The matron seemed a bit intimidated by the outfit, but once she was dressed, a whole new air took over her countenance.<br/><br/>Gone was the unsure captive, gone was the simpering love slave, and again for the first time since the cargo hold, had returned the fully righteous and self assured matron.  "This shall do quite nicely captain, thank you," she said with a smile.  "Now, if you'd care to show me to the bridge, I'd like to see this town as we arrive."<br/><br/>Moments later as the pair was walking to the cabin Doxi felt a shift in the ship.  The Virtuous Maiden was slowing.  That meant they were close enough to dock that Stoella must have begun slowing the ship so they could dock safely.  When Zephyr stopped powering the ship, it would float peacefully in mid air, affected by wind and momentum.  Stoella was a good enough pilot to know how to drift into dock slowly without overcorrecting like some did.<br/><br/>Sure enough as Doxi and Matron Serra entered the bridge from below, Stoella was slowly guiding the ship into dock with only the lightest of corrections.  Down on deck Theristina stood ready with a lasso ready to catch mooring posts and haul the ship into position to be lashed to dock.  Stoella didn't salute, keeping both hands on the wheel, but said, "We'll be docked in a minute captain.  High Priestess Pas is down on the docks."  Then she did point, and just visible at the center of the dock that the Virtuous Maiden was heading towards stood a sole figure.  Decked out in mostly purples, similar to the color of the eyes she chose to show the world, stood a stately looking woman, Doxi knew it to be her mother's most commonly chosen public form.   The purple robes fluttered about her body, being whipped around by the wind of the exposed skydocks.   Doxi was sharp enough of vision to catch a quick glimpse of her mother's white flesh under the robes.  Odds are that the high priestess wasn't wearing anything underneath, which was quite usual of course.