As she touched the white tile for a moment it seemed the world stopped, even the gargoyle's flames which had been flickering before were now still, almost like statues. Then it seemed life began anew as she felt something change about her body, while as a witch it was clear that Faeryma didn't appear to be very muscular or especially fit. She could feel some magic running through her body, it seemed to give her muscles a new lease on life. She certainly looked better, her asscheeks became nice and firm. She seemed to have stepped on a right tile, seeing as it did make her body more fit. There were seven more tiles to cross before she managed to get to the other side, who knew what could happen still.