Shopping, but with a brief stop in her room first

She'd need new gear either way, and she'd much prefer to be properly prepared if Tychus did want her to follow up on the Treants, or had another job for her. She turned toward the Lounge, and soon found herself striding through the front doors.

It was quiet inside. These days, the Namina Hunters were quite busy with numerous problems, which kept them out in the field far more than within the halls of the Lounge, and she made it back to her room without interruption. Once inside, she pulled her reserve coin from her closet, before turning to the small mirror hanging on the wall beside it.

A glance at her reflection showed she was a bit dirty, and her hair needed a good brushing. As she freshened up, she couldn't help but wonder about just what she could do with the thong. Setting her brush and washcloth aside, she looked at her tight, but still fairly conservative, pants, shirt, and boots, and decided she could spare a few minutes to experiment.

She started with the boots, first making them knee boots, then thigh-high, then adding and removing heels and platforms from them, even turning them into everything from simple sandals to towering, strappy stilettos. She even found she could form anklets and toe-rings with but a thought.

The gem pulsed with excitement. This maiden was freely exploring what it could do, and with an abandon it had never experienced before. It could feel its' tendrils worming deeper into her subconscious every time its' power was tapped. No other woman it had corrupted before had given itself so freely to experimenting. It would have to stay with her for a while, and relish its' work, before moving on.

Forty minutes later, Venus finally stopped her experiments after she realized she didn't have much time to get to the shops before they closed. In that time, though, she had found the thong to be quite versatile. Everything from a tiny bikini she wouldn't be caught dead in, to great, flowing dresses were within its' reach, along with all the accessories she could ever need. It could even make the clothes appear brand-new, well-worn, or even rags on their last legs. Any form of underwear was possible as well, along with layers of clothing. Disguises would never be easier than with this thong.

As she'd finished her experiments, she had decided she'd relax a bit, and maybe wear something she normally wouldn't. A brief thought later, she was wearing a simple, but elegant, pair of flat-soled sandals, a swirling knee-length brown skirt, and a loose peasant blouse with a plunging U-shaped neckline that showed a great deal of pale cleavage, and most of the tops of her breasts, stopping two teasing inches above her nipples. The thong was silk, and nestled comfortably against her mound. A thin belt encircled her waist, from which she hung her coinpurse.

As she turned for the door, she could feel her unfettered breasts sway beneath her loose blouse, and she blushed a bit. She really should wear a bra...but her breasts were definitely perky enough to get away without one. She glanced down, bit her lip, and after a moment of distinct indecision, she opened the door and stepped out. If she felt she needed one later, it wasn't like it was hard to get one. A brief flutter of butterflies in her stomach accompanied her decision, and she headed back out of the Lodge.

Stepping into the street again, she realized she would only have time to make it to one of the shops tonight. She needed a new silver dagger, which Hagran should have on-hand. Sure, he'd leered at her every time she'd been to his shop, but he was by far the best smith in town. Mirela would have the potions she needed, and possibly a side job fetching some reagents she'd need for her potions. She also needed a whole new set of travel gear, which Zevan had, though she didn't like the idea of dealing with the grumpy bastard. He seemed to despise her, and would go out of his way to overinflate the prices he gave her. There were rumors that he did the same thing to every attractive woman who came through his shop, then made..."offers" to help reduce the price. There was no proof, however, and he'd never accosted her personally.