"Yes, my room will be fine," Quartrin'dor said, quickly. "And you can change their appearance? Absolutely fascinating," she mused, then smirked. "Can you make her look like you, but of the drow, instead?" she asked, giving the guard no opportunity to respond, before settling into a chair, to watch the process, fascinated.<br/><br/>The guard made little noise, as the transformation began, gritting his teeth as the poison flowed through his veins, working to try and<em>not</em>fight it, at his lady's wishes. he was clearly in pain throughout much of it, and the other guard watched, uncomfortably, as the lady sat, enraptured by the changes. "Remove his armor," she ordered to the other guard. "And all of his clothing. I want to see exactly how it works."<br/><br/>It was a fascinating process, as his body became her body; slimming of limbs, widening of hips, the sudden swell of breasts, and the gradual adjustment between her legs, along with a hundred other changes. By the end of it, a fierce-looking, relatively plain drow woman lay on the bed, sweating and panting, as the poison finished its work.