Holding the scant chainmail outfit within her slender fingers, she made little effort to cover her body. Derrick, or as Maeve reminded her its now Ivy, looks to the redhaired woman with a firm gaze.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you enjoyed last nights encounter, but as I tried to tell your other servant girl...I'm not Ivy...That witch of a servant somehow switched her spirit or mind with hers. I want my body returned to me at once!" Her voice shrieked as the shock begins to fade away, now just giving off the emotion of anger at the moment. "And I demand for some proper clothing until my body is returned to me at once."<br/><br/>Derrick takes a slow step towards Maeve as if trying to intimidate the woman as she had done in times while he was in his male body. Though the sight would not have the same impact as she realizes now she only stands just one inch taller than the busty inn keep.