"Ah, well...it's not like it helps the<em>rest</em>of us." Ivriel said with a sigh, shaking her head. But only a few moments later, the three noblewomen got a touch too close, and each froze in place, as they began to glow, their bodies almost arcing with magical energy. Ivriel gasped, her voice soft as she began. "Wha-?"<br/><br/>The light flared around the three, blinding everyone in the area for a few long moments. When the light cleared, instead of three, there was only one woman. But oh, what a woman it was. Hair like crystalline silver fell down her back in waves, nearly touching the ground. Her eyes were dark, almost smoldering to look at, and her face, the essence of a highborn elf's, was beautiful and with lips pursed and perfect for kissing. Her body, while lush, was perfectly balanced between strength and softness, with large, high breasts and long legs and perfectly formed fingers. A tail gently lashed behind her as she flexed her fingers, and after a moment she spoke, her voice musical beyond words. "This is...interesting. What have you done...Naael?"