Mature Human Woman → Voluptuous Intimidating Elf Saint

[AN: A double-update this time to compare/contrast the other fork because... well, I'm sure you'll be able to guess. (The image was already generated but I forgot until I finished writing the fork so... here we are.) This was meant to be released same-day but I ran out of time to write.]

Next target, I decide to adjust 'mature human woman' to make her more resistant to possession, and maybe add in some other qualifiers to do the same. As I focus on the phrase, that ominous sensation of something "other" looking at the same prompt as me chills my back, like something is just... right behind me. Breathing. I do my best not to react, and just...

Alright. So something wiser, maybe, more spiritually experienced like an elf, and rather than just a woman a... a saint. Somehow, it's hard to look away from certain 'other' features, however, or to focus beyond the imminent danger the woman presents and the Prompt seizes those thoughts as well.

The 'Mature Human Woman' becomes a 'Voluptuous Intimidating Elf Saint.'

A thin white veil drapes itself over Esme's silver hair while her ears swell in size and lengthen, each sticking a few inches out to either side of her head. The scepter in her hand lengthens and thins until it's a golden rod that reaches down toward her knee where before it stopped at her elbow. Its blinding gem turns into an ovular topaz inset in a sun-like head. Shortly therafter, Esme's sleeves grow looser, causing her left arm's sleeve to slide down and pool at her elbow as she lifts up her scepter.

Her dress beneath the outer robe becomes even clingier, more sheer, and more form-fitting to the degree that I can just about see her skin through it. Her hips swell, her thighs become plumper, and even her abdomen tightens as it expands until her belly-button and the central line of her abs are clearly visible. Then her tits- ahem, her breasts just... balloon. They were already quite large, but now they each stick out over her chest like a pair of half-flattened party-balloons larger than her head.

Her eyes narrow with gleeful mischief, her smile opens into a smirk showing teeth, and... and a pair of radiant wings of energy suddenly erupt from her back as one thin, silver eyebrow is cocked slightly. It's almost like she's mocking me for my efforts. I feel like I've somehow only empowered the demon, without strengthening Esme's position at all.

<??? roll: 1d10+2 (6+2: 8.). Nothing happens. What's this? James has no idea either... but that modifier will increase every time you make a change. When the roll exceeds 10 something 'extra' will happen.>

Prompt: dark castle hallway interior, at night, 1.2:voluptuous intimidating elf saint, 1.1:beautiful compassionate woman, arch-priestess, [(demonically-possessed)], [(pure soul-)pearl-brooch], elaborate white robes, long silvered-hair, warm brown eyes, 1.2[(false) smile], walking, holding glowing scepter, facing viewer)