Melany glared at Mareth, the elf's accusation having a strong effect on her.  She didn't even seem to notice the rest of the temple changing, until her own armor changed as well.  She took a moment to look at herself, confusion on her face as she glanced around the room.<br/><br/>Mareth could feel something odd, a sudden feeling like she was falling.  Her vision blurred, slight ripples washing over everything, like if she were looking at something just under the surface of a lake, and colors started to fade.  Her hearing was affected as well, the sound of everything muffled, as if she had something in her ears.  The sensation lasted less than a second, but there was a feeling of the dream-world suddenly becoming less stable.<br/><br/>Melany and the Mareth chained to the altar didn't seem to notice anything amiss however, Melany quickly accepting her new outfit.  "Damn you... what have you done!" she yelled as she rushed at Mareth, plunging the blade into the woman's chest.  Just as it struck, her expression changed to shock, as if regretting what she had just done.