Fiora

You turn and start to head north towards the large estates on the outskirts of the city, your astral form gliding over the vast gardens and opulent houses. After a couple of minutes, though, you stop at the sight of a large crowd gathered out in a field, with what appeared to be chalk lines drawn on the grass in the shape of a small arena. As you fly down, you realize that it's a dueling circle, with many of the onlookers wearing light armor and holding swords of their own. And right in the middle of the arena, currently making an absolute fool of her opponent, was the Grand Duelist of Demacia, Fiora Laurent herself.

Unmatched in her skill with a sword, Fiora had become the head of her House when she defeated and killed her own father in a duel over his honor, and has spent the years since then deflecting not only her opponents' blades, but also the hands of every attempted suitor. You watch with glee as she utterly demolishes her opponent with a series of masterful strikes and parries, swiftly knocking him to the ground, and drawing applause from the gathered crowd, if not exactly surprise. While the poor man feebly stands back up, Fiora herself has already left the arena, wiping her sword with a cloth while ignoring anyone attempting to get her attention, and you watch as she walks into a small building nearby, shutting the door behind her.

Unfortunately for Fiora, doors are no problem for a ghost like you, and you phase through to find that she's entered a private bathroom, and is currently fixing her hair in the mirror. While she's doing that, you float up next to her, and take this chance to look over her body. She's wearing her typical white and green bodysuit, with gold armor around the joints and covering her dominant arm, ]a deep red cloak over her other shoulder signifying her position as the head of her house, as well as tight dark green pants with gold lining, and matching shoes with a slight heel. Her piercing blue eyes, currently scanning her face in the mirror for any imperfection, were framed by her dark hair with dyed red bangs, and her brows were furrowed in spite of the slight smile on her lips.

Suddenly, Fiora stands to her full height, seemingly satisfied with her appearance, and turns to start walking out of the bathroom. Not wasting any time, you float up behind her and press your ghostly form into her back, hearing her gasp at the contact. As you push your legs into hers, feeling her tight pants and the slight elevation of her heels (not to mention the growing warmth between her thighs), you also slide your hands down her arms, seizing control of her slender fingers, and feeling the armor covering her right arm. You follow up by pressing your torso into her back, becoming aware of her breasts encased in her bodysuit, and finish off by pushing your face through the back of her skull, hearing her let out a slight moan just before you black out.

When you come to, you find yourself facing the door to the bathroom, vision framed by long pink hair, and can immediately tell from your change in posture that it worked - by muscle memory alone, your spine was straight and tall, and your feet were facing forward, presenting the confidence worthy of a Grand Duelist. You look down, and grin at the sight of Fiora's clothes over your new body, reaching a gloved hand up to cup a breast; the shock of pleasure draws a soft moan, and you chuckle at the sound of Fiora's voice leaving your lips.

Looking back up, you flick your hair out of your face, and strut out of the bathroom, heels clicking against the hard floor. As you open the door and step back out onto the dueling arena, you become aware of everyone turning to face you, and look around at the gathered guests from behind Fiora's sharp eyes, recognizing from her memories who exactly each of them was, and what exactly they each wanted from the head of House Laurent - that is to say, from you.

"Well then," you say, Fiora's accented voice commanding the attention of the entire crowd. "Who's next?"