"Ah?" Her eyes glinted, at the mention of power, and she seemed to re-appraise Finexia, then nodded. "Right this way."<br/><br/>She'd lead Finexia back into her workshop, where a handful of looms, and numerous, half-finished products, are set up. Most of the clothing is quite revealing, and very clearly skin-tight. She'll also notice several have locks built into them, both for locking the wearer into the clothing, and binding their limbs together with ease. "See anything you like?"