Sona

The maven of the strings herself, Sona Buvelle. You smile as you start to float down the hall towards her room, giddy at the thought of bending her magical fingers to your will. In the main Runeterra universe, she was a powerful mage, but was still a rather friendly and polite Demacian noblewoman. In Pentakill, however, she was an absolute menace - arguably one of the more powerful members of the band, and easily one of its most dangerous, Pentakill Sona didn't hesitate to use her magic to reshape the world around her; in fact, in the version of the concert you had seen, she had been the one to truly defeat Viego, even if Mordekaiser infamously got the last hit in.

And as you phase through the door to her room, you see her - Sona Buvelle, sitting in front of a mirror finishing up her makeup for the show. She was wearing a long, flowing green dress under a black leather corset, with her long red hair done up into twin buns atop her head, and flowing down behind her in twin tails. Her legs were encased in dark pantyhose, and her thigh high black leather boots were lying on the floor next to her, just waiting to be put on.

You smile, and eagerly float up behind her, taking a moment to look at her pretty face in the mirror before pushing yourself into her back. You hear her draw a breath as you enter, and feel her muscles stiffen up, but it's too late for her to do anything - you push your hands into her slender arms, feeling the sleeves of her silky dress flowing down her arms, as you also push your legs into hers, and feel her hosed feet against the carpeted floor. As you push your hips into hers, feeling the sudden warmth between her thighs, you also push your chest into her back, and instantly feel her large breasts being constricted by her corset. Finally, you push your head into her skull, before you both black out.

When you come to, you find yourself looking in a mirror... at Sona! "It worked!" you think, already instinctually knowing from Sona's memories that trying to speak as a mute would be pointless. You look down at your new body, and run your narrow fingers up your curves, feeling the soft dress against your body, and the corset squeezing your chest. Seeing Sona's boots on the floor next to you, you grin as you reach down to pick them up, before pulling them up your legs one at a time, feeling the leather slide against your new pantyhose. Finally, you plant your feet on the floor once more, wiggling your toes, before standing up, relishing in the slight jiggling around your new body, and start to walk out of the room, your dress and long hair flowing gracefully behind you with each step.

"Time to go put on the show of a lifetime," you think as you open the door and step out, scanning through the plan for the show in Sona's mind. "Only tonight, it'll be me filling in for the role of Sona motherfucking Buvelle."