It was quite the struggle indeed not to simply tease and molest her own flesh upon disrobing, the flawless scale-dusted skin gleaming with a slight silver sheen in the warm, comfortable light of the sun, though the herm feline did take the time to run curious, soft fingers over every newly exposed inch, finding the skin more pliant to the touch but still just as resistant to damage, as a careful stroke of a claw along one arm revealed. Further curiosity resulted in a cupping of buxom, heavy orbs, the firm F-cups surprisingly weighty and, if the delighted little moan and soft flush suffusing her skin were any indication.<br/><br/>"Oh, well um...Yes, of course, that would be lovely. I'm sure I can make do with what I have till then..." She sat patiently while waiting for the alterations (occasionally amusing herself with teasing, exploration pinches and squeezes, moans held in check with lips bitten closed) and, with some difficulty and the assistance of the almost angelically patient woman manning the needle and thread, managed to slip into the surprisingly comfortable knee-length dress. Her slim, smooth back was rather exposed to make allowance for the powerful silver wings that slipped from it, and it was nearly indecent the way the dress had been altered for her tail. Definitely putting her magical cloak over top of it once more.<br/><br/>2025 gold lighter, half paid to the woman and half set aside for delivery, the sorceress departed the shop feeling quite pleasant and surprisingly cheerful. Her depression was gone, replaced with a surprising feeling of contentment at both the unforeseen shopping spree and the acquisition of pretty, shiny things. Part dragon, part catfolk, it was nearly a curse. Finally, it would seem, it was time to make her way to the King. Or...was he the Queen now? Tiberios hadn't exactly kept up on the latest news from home, after all.