Lyrre groaned as a stick began to poke her in the back of the head. Lazily, the gnome girl swatted... but the stick fluttered up and away, flying off into the clouds as if thrown by some unseen hand.<br/><br/>"Damned magic..." The gnome muttered, rolling over onto her belly... and finding herself padded up in a way that she had never been before. "Umm..."<br/><br/>The gnome's eyes popped open... and stared down into her own, suddenly deepened cleavage. Her brain fluttered, and for a moment she thought she heard a giggle... but, with a shake of her bright blue locks, she managed to chase the haze away. The remarks of her companions reached her ears.<br/><br/>"All men- no. Alive- Yes. Safe- Perhaps?"<br/><br/>The gnome poked her chest, feeling the strange fabric of the corset- and the flesh it struggled to contain.<br/><br/>"I certainly feel a bit more... top-heavy than I remember."