With a click the necklace fastened in place and for a moment everything seemed normal as the cool metal rested on her elegant neck.<br/><br/>Then something happened.<br/><br/>Without warning Lyradil felt her clothing tighten around her and change form. Her robes lifted revealing her ankles, then her lower legs and finally exposing almost all of her thighs. The robe's fabric disappeared above her as well; pulling down until generous cleavage was exposed. The back of her former robes shifted as well as she felt her back being revealed to the open air. She felt herself forced into a different position as her shoes shifted into matching high heels.<br/><br/>At the end of the transformation the elven beauty found herself wearing clothing which barely resembled her white robes from before. It appeared closer to some sort of tight fitting and small dress which seemed to conspire against her to give away as many tempting glimpses as possible. Even the necklace had returned to its proper shine as red streaks seemed to move within the gemstone; becoming beautiful once more.<br/><br/>While Lyradil examined her new found wear a sound was heard behind her; the necromancer emerging from the foliage.