1950s Earth

Sylvie's bare feet came down on flat paving, far smoother, far more obviously artificial than the landscape she was used to. She also found herself faced with half a dozen total strangers who'd simply been making their way from A to B, when a naked blonde had appeared out of nowhere.

For a moment, she was frozen there - even the air felt just that little bit different on this world, more stray particles and moisture that she'd grown unused to. It tingled against her skin, up her arms and down her back and over her legs, strange sensations that saw her distracted from her immediate situation for the moment.

The immediate situation that she still very much needed to find some clothes. And that people were staring. Staring at her, her breasts, the TemPad held in a trembling hand between her legs, the quite literally divine bare skin all on display. Heat rushed to her face.

She'd chosen Midgard (well, Earth in its inhabitants' tongue) for a couple of reasons. One, the inhabitants had near-Asgardian physiologies, at least outwardly, meaning the clothes she took here were much more likely to be a good fit. Two, it was somewhat familiar to her - and three, of the worlds that were known to her, it was maybe the least significant of the Nine Realms. Hopefully any variance she caused here would take a bit to register.

She willed herself to move.

"Er, ma'am?"

She was far too exposed out here. In more ways than one. She didn't want to just rush into enchanting someone, especially where she could be easily interrupted, and especially not out on the open street. It didn't help that almost everyone seemed to be dressed in unnecessary layers.

She took a couple of steps back, feeling the prickling on her skin of yet more eyes, her presence drawing more and more attention - the last thing she wanted for multiple reasons.

Someone walked out of a building. She focused on that, turned on the spot, and ran for that very door; the man walking out did a double-take as he saw her. She barged past, slamming the door shut behind her and sending it swinging off its hinges.

She winced. Then she quickly ducked for cover.

It looked like this building was the Earth equivalent of a tavern, perhaps. The atmosphere was less jovial, and there was definitely less in the way of ****, but it looked like food was being served to guests if nothing else. There were smaller personal tables, and divides between them; Sylvie crouched beside one of the nearest divides, moving enough that she was out of sight of the door.

She wouldn't have long. And at least there was the comfort that everyone here was going to get erased from the timeline.

Not that it made her face any less hot when a waitress, drawn by the commotion Sylvie had made as she'd entered, turned the corner and looked at the nude, crouching woman.

"Well. What's been happening to you?"

There was a distinct twang to the actress's voice, some accent specific to some point of Midgard. Sylvie looked up at her, legs pulled up to her chest.

The uniform wasn't anything Sylvie would have picked. A dress, a pale teal, with a skirt that wasn't quite knee-length and with washed-out orange bits for highlights. There were stockings and a cap as part of it too, but Sylvie didn't see the point in taking those.

Well, it wasn't like she had any choice. Sylvie reached out, catching the waitress by surprise, arm moving from covering up her breasts to grabbing the waitress's wrist.

She had a weak mind. That made it easier. All at once, Sylvie forged a connection strong enough to implant suggestions.

Her name was Angie. She was local to this time, unsurprisingly, no one significant - though probably someone that would still draw TVA attention if Sylvie meddled. Not that she had a chance. Sylvie pushed a thought in, and pulled back, a spark of green light lingering around Angie's hand.

Angie's eyes went wide as she realized she was stripping. Sylvie stayed crouched low, hoping that everyone's attention would be on this waitress more than her.

First, the hat and apron went to the side. Then Angie unbuttoned the top half of her dress, to slide out of it, a squeak escaping her lips as her bra came into view of the cafe - even with the room dividers, they weren't high enough to conceal her chest from the whole cafe.

She wasn't unpleasant to look at, Sylvie reflected. Far from it. As Angie dropped her dress, she immediately went to work pushing down her panties and stockings. There hadn't been any time for subtlety or nuance and Sylvie had enchanted her, not that Sylvie was complaining. She saw the hair between the waitress's legs, and then saw her breasts as she discarded her bra, before she regained control of her hands.

Angie wailed, an almost over-the-top reaction, before adopting a pose better suited to trying to cover up, the smack as her arms came into contact with her body distinctly audible. Sylvie bit her lip, amused despite herself.

"There! Looks like a variant!"

Sylvie stiffened at the sound. That could only be a TVA agent; Sylvie quickly started moving. Their attention was more likely on Angie, given that all intention seemed to be. Keeping low, Sylvie crawled, grabbing Angie's dress with one hand.

Angie yelped again; Sylvie spared a glance back, just in time to see the TVA agents reach the mortified waitress.

"Hey! It's her! She made me... I don't know, she did a thing!" Angie said, voice alarmingly high-pitched.

The TVA agents had a momentary view of Sylvie's butt. Sylvie winced, and started moving faster, for a split-second standing for long enough to vault over the bar at the far side of the cafe.

In her haste, the dress slipped out of her hands. She muttered a curse, risking a look back up over the bra.

Angie, apparently now a variant, was being taken through a portal. Two more TVA agents were coming closer to her - Sylvie didn't particularly feel like fighting them, especially not while she was still nude, and the dress was closer to their weapons than to her.

Hands shaking, Sylvie fiddled with her TemPad, not having time to double-check the co-ordinates before opening a portal and running through.

It defaulted to habitable places. She knew that much. She just didn't know where or when she was going to land.

Hopefully she'd be able to enchant an outfit properly this time.