<em>Maplepink, still nervous, seems a bit surprised as she pulls herself up, and, as she turns to make her way off the bed, Reaver catches her off-guard with a kiss to the forehead and a surprisingly gentle smile that shows a complete confidence in the submissive succubus' ability to handle the task with just as much ability and flair as her "sisters" have.<br/><br/>Though flushed, the demoness can't help but smile a little, too, and, half-reluctantly, she climbs off of the bed a little clumsily before moving to position herself in front of the mirror... before, somewhat ironically, she closes her eyes, and Atelia sees the last of her trio open the gates to the chaos within a little. Immediately, her form starts changing, flickering, not even starting slowly, but instead from second to second shifting from appearance to appearance, some of which the fiendbinder and her other fiendesses recognize. Reaver, Atelia, Nightshade, Lemonscent, their ophanim employer, several of the more beautiful women that, in the time since Atelia first summoned and bound her, they had met and some of whom she's seduced, the disguises of her two sisters, and many, many dozens (scores? even hundreds?) more. The fiends all seem to instinctually understand what she's doing, especially as the succubi themselves are shapeshifters, however, Atelia, with her knowledge of outsiders and her experience with Maplepink, may or may not understand that Maplepink, least confident in her own choices, could never have truly been happy with her choice had she come about it in the same way Nightshade and Lemonscent had. Instead, indecisive and unsure of herself, she's let down some of her defenses, and allowed the inner chaos within her to consume her form, letting it change and flicker, slowly, gradually eliminating this appearance or that from the plethora, sometimes taking a trait for her final choice, sometimes taking more than just one, and sometimes taking none at all. Gradually, slowly, while the flickering doesn't slow, fewer and fewer distinct appearances assault Atelia's ability to keep up until finally, shaking a little from the strain of forcing the chaos back inside of her, Maplepink has her form. Slender, less voluptuous but still quite succulent in curves, her skin, while at first seeming pale, seems to have an almost crimson hue or glow about it. Small, diabolical red horns curve upward from her forehead as her raven locks cascade down behind her, tucked neatly behind her pointed, elven ears. Her demure smile and smoldering red eyes give her something of the appearance of a creature part devil, part nymph, and wholly irresistible.<br/><br/>However, despite how confident Maplepink's facial expression is as she casts a sultry glance about, Atelia detects a certain need for approval in it, an uncertainty and fear.</em>