Loose but protecting

You tilt your head, picking up on the quick mention of an unknown word. "Drath... Gil.... These names mean nothing to me. Should they?" After a quick though, you follow up with a response to her question. "As for the clothing, I'd prefer something quiet. Loose, but protecting, if that makes sense."

The witch laughs again. "You really don't know what you're getting into here, do you? Drath'nalak is the greater demon who governs these caves, and Gil'nalak is his son. Gil hasn't been seen in a few centuries since being banished, but the spellbook you're holding was created by him, and is supposed to hold the incantation to free him."

Adding a wink, she continues by saying, "I wouldn't go trying it, though. Gil was a pain in the ass on the best of days, I'd hate to see him angry after all this time. Kinky son of a bitch too- it was his influence that caused the development of this specific brand of magic." A wave at her throbbing cock accompanies the final sentence. "His father is to blame for many of the wild magic species that roam these halls. He was a bit of a collector, but Gil broke open his containment area, and released everything trapped within."

As if losing her original train of thought, her tone and topic change in an instant. "Canvas, huh? You know, canvas rhymes with ass. If you had a better one I might look around for something to complement it, but I suppose it serves its purpose for you. Stay put for a bit, I'll be back." Without another word, she waves her hand in the air, and opens another glowing purple portal, this one much larger in size, before promptly stepping through the circle and vanishing.

You can't help but shift in your seat, the stone cold, gritty, and overall quite uncomfortable, especially as several minutes pass, your thoughts drifting to wonder whether the witch has abandoned you. Just as you're about to give up, another large, purple circle appears in the air, and she steps back through. Almost surprisingly, she's clothed herself, and is wearing a bright yellow two-piece outfit, the skinny top displaying a more than fair amount of sideboob while the loincloth conceals the entirety of her cock.

In her hands, she's carrying something that can only be described as both skimpy and excessive. Gently tossing her arms, the material seems to fly up into the air, unfolding and starting to slowly float towards you. It's a long, black, latex dress with several cutouts above and below the breasts, form-fitting and long, but with nothing underneath. The way it separates around your right leg makes you think that if you put your foot too far forwards, it would fully expose your groin. It comes with a pair of long gloves, the same color and material, but no other coverings.

"I saw this hanging in the back- I took it off a succubus several decades ago. My stone is enchanted to steal only undergarments in most cases, but since she had nothing on underneath, it took the whole dress. As soon as I noticed it, I just knew it'd fit you and look absolutely perfect." The witch is beaming from ear to ear as she says it, clearly excited to pass on this rather risqué dress.

Author's Note: Don't expect pictures often- I felt like this outfit was difficult enough to describe and important enough to the story to include a visual. The woman pictured does not represent Athena, and the dress does not have the wings or heels.