"Ah. So you're no better than the priests of these temples? No...you're worse." Mareth's dream-self spoke, almost sadly, tracing where the wound would have been. Then the surroundings shifted again, this time into a temple of Nocticula, demon queen of succubi, darkness, and secrets. Her seven-pointed crown adorned the walls, and statues of succubi appeared. Mareth's copy had its clothing melt away, as she was chained to the altar, behind which was an enormous mirror. The copy of Mareth was positioned so that she was easily accessible for sex, her body exposed to the world.<br/><br/>Mareth tried to shift Melany's form, but couldn't quite manage it...a strange resistance was in the dream, so she sighed and changed her focus. She altered Melany's clothing, slowly turning it into the outfit of a drow dominatrix, complete with a strap-on dildo, and revealing much of her body. Then the sword changed into one bleeding black energy and serrated, the edges of the black blade flickering with red. And at her belt was a wicked looking obsidian sacrificial dagger. Her dream self continued, chained to the altar. "Obviously you're the victor. To the victor go the spoils, no?"