<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>"Oh!"  Lyradil couldn't help but gasp aloud as her clothing began to shift around her.  She looked down, dismay flickering across her features, as the hem of her robe lifted higher and higher, exposing more and more of her shapely legs.  "Stop!"  She gasped out, her hands reaching down as if to pull the hem back down.  But it retreated before her fingers, leaving her legs almost entirely bare.<br/><br/>It wasn't done yet, though.  Lyradil gasped again as she felt her shoulders suddenly bared.  Her gaze shifted from her legs to her chest, just in time to see the fabric disappear from there.  To call the neckline plunging would be an understatement.  The creamy flesh of her breasts was halfway revealed, the fabric just barely covering her rosy nipples.  As she breathed, her perfect orbs rose and fell noticeably, the cut of the dress drawing the eye to their natural motion.  The dress itself was thin and clingy; no doubt she would feel any touch on it, and it would be all too easy for someone to slip a hand down her top, or up the hem.<br/><br/>Lyradil took a step, nearly falling as she did so.  She groaned in dismay, looking down at her feet.  The heels seemed a perfect match for the dress, much more for show than for function, helping to display her figure to its greatest advantage.  She took another step, her natural grace helping her on the unfamiliar footwear, and she could feel just how much it made her feminine hips sway.<br/><br/>She spun, eyes wide, as the necromancer emerged from the foliage.  "Wh... what?"  Lyradil gasped, her blue eyes wide.  It was all happening too fast, leaving her confused, unsettled.  Her chest still heaving, her hand reached for the component pouch she'd last seen at her waist, but she moved slowly, uncertainly.