"Sorry... too cramped to dress in there." She said with a blush as she all but dove back into the coffin to pull on her clothes. Each bit was fairly 'corporate' in cut, but still sexy. She quickly dressed before pulling on a pair of shoes that shifted at her commlink command. Every bit registered on her cheap commlink, synching with it as she pulled it on. She was a built woman with a toned build and an impressive rack. They weren't her clothes though, she noted as the RFID ids on them had been wiped. Blanked actually. They were dead. She watched as a profile came up and synched each bit to a specific color and look as she slid out of the booth. Burgundy skirt and a slightly lighter blouse with her jacket going black and her shoes shifting into a heeled mode that threw her off for a moment.<br/><br/>She chirped a commlink request for a shower reservation, getting a high end shower stall complete with the 'works'. Hair, body wash and the rest. A preset that was programmed into the shower right off the bat. Clearly she had been at this for a while.<br/><br/><em>No.. I don't recall my name. I have a flash of something entering my body while folks chanted around me. That was you I'm guessing. A few fragments of memory..then waking up in the nude as my body.. tingled and shifted back to this form. Did I change shape?</em>She asked as she looked over the backpacker as she walked by. Suddenly aware of his interest, and how turned on it made her feel. She pushed down that thrill as she headed to where the building showed her the showers were. She knew how to make him moan in pleasure, and the thought made her flush. Was everything about sex with her, she asked herself as she walked into the shower room reserved for her.<br/><br/><em>So..what happened to me.. who are you? What is my name..how did we get here?</em>She asked the voice as she pulled off her clothing and looked herself over. She was.. sexual heat in a body. There were black tattoos over her body and rings in her horns, and several items that seemed to be foci of some sort in her clothing. Spell fetishes or foci, she wondered as she tried to figure out each as she put them down. The pistol was easy enough to figure out, as were the handful of spare clips in her purse. There was an awareness of something else in the back of her head. She felt like.. she was .. able to do things.<em>I'm assuming I'm some type of .. awakened person? Given you're in my head. Or I'm just a loon.</em><br/><br/>Naked, she stepped into the shower to wash up. She smelled a faint hint of musk and cinnamon, her natural odor, and the hint of past amorous actions. If the voice was right..she'd had sex not too long. The shower started up a saved profile that was the perfect temperature and mixed with perfumes.