"I'll be posessin' yer teeth in a minuet if'n ya don't let me-" Sharon's complaint was cut short when her body abruptly fell to the side with a small thud.<br/><br/>After waving her hand to release her sister, Moira appeared in her regular leprechaun regalia. "Ye be doin' us a grand favor, lass. I kin ye'd be safer waitin' down 'ere for 'em, though. Catchin' adventurer types wit' their pants doon be askin' fer trouble. We said we'd help ye, but walkin' wit'us in yet arms may send the wrong signals." A contemplative hand instinctively found its way to Moira's cheek as she appraised Viloet's curves. "Struttin' yer stoof be a sound suggestion though."<br/><br/>Moira aimed her hands at Viloet's bra. With little more than a thought and a twitch, the leather support exploded into a cool, silky white blouse. Loose fitting and quite see through, it unabashedly crossed the threshold of decency. Despite brandishing anything for everyone to behold, it still held the previous garment's burden with the same level of support it had prior to the transformation.