Ivy groaned softly as she roused, her head pounding for some reason. She need to go easy on her drinking next time. She shivers somewhat from the cold of the stone beneath her, suddenly freezing when she realizes what she was wearing and what she was missing. GODS FUCKING DAMMNIT! Where the hell was her shit? She looked like some pathetic beggar. However the flapping of wings and a quick look around her environment did much to quell her fear, replacing it with fear and confusion...Just great she's on the plane of lust, aka sex demon central.<br/><br/>Seeing the bag she quickly scrambled to snatch it up and all which had accidentally spilled out, counting what it contained which quickly brought a smirk to her lips. Perhaps it was best she tried to blend in for now. Willing the change her well kept finger nails turned into two sets of sharp claws, the half elf using the sharp edges to quickly modify her clothing. After a few moments she looked at her handiwork, the tunic made short sleeved as well as now swooping in the back and the neckline brought lower to give a teasing view of her cleavage, the skirt now only knee high and with side slits to allow for freedom of movement as well a tantalizing peek at her luscious legs. It would have to do for now, now for the finishing touches. Willing the change to spread she winced as a pair of very demonic wings grew from her shoulders and left her top untouched thanks to her improvised modifications, a similarly demonic looking tail sprouting from her tailbone along with a pair of sharp horns which grew from the sides of her head. Just as quickly as these changes her lovely snowy white mane was a deep seductive crimson, her face subtly reshaping itself to be more like an alluring succubus.<br/><br/>All her changes complete she tightly clutched the pouch and made sure it was securely closed before taking a jogging start and leaping off the cliff, letting herself fall for about ten feet before using her wings to level out and gently glide through the air, looking for anything that resembled a marketplace of sorts so he could set about better equipping herself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current face</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://simg3.gelbooru.com//samples/27/4d/sample_274d2a189934d188401a691212e254bd.jpg)</div></div><br/>Ivana Rose (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1622410), Hp 73/73<br/><br/>Current Inventory<br/>Pouch of 15000 gold, in platinum and various gems.<br/>Ragged modified tunic and skirt, sandals.