Speak to Time in private.

As Niki requested, you leave behind an allowance of coin for them to spend on whatever they desire before following along beside Time as she makes her way across the tavern. She slides a finger beneath your chin, winks, and then moves ahead towards a wide set of stairs on the left side of the bar counter. She goes first, perhaps on purpose to show her dress isn't exactly designed for practicality. You can see her panties with each step up to the next. They're black lace--lingerie, worn knowing somebody was going to see it. You aren't surprised. It's a brothel. But apparently, Time is picky when choosing her partners.

I guess I feel honoured.

Down the hallway upstairs, she stops at a door, turns the knob, and opens it for you to enter first. Then after following, she both closes and locks it with a latch. Nobody can bother you now. It's just you and her, whoever she may be. Your Kitty Sense isn't telling you to flee, though you do get the inkling that something isn't quite right either.

It isn't a large chamber. The window nearly reaches the floor behind a bed pulled a foot away, though partly translucent red curtains block view of the street down below. Apart from a dresser, a few tables, and shelves of toys, the focal point of the room is the queen-sized bed itself, with a thick crimson quilt and two fluffy pillows. Everything inside looks as if it's been either recently cleaned, or unused for a time. You watch as she purposely sways her hips as she walks to the dresser. Slowly, she arches her back, bending over to withdraw a small rock. It sparks by magic, allowing her to light a large, pink, half-used candle in the center.

"So," she whispers back to you. "You're the Demon King Kyle Warren. I've heard of you. Don't worry. I'm also aware you aren't often called that anymore, but news travels in waves. For you to openly walk around is rather brave of you. Though I get the feeling that you're in no real danger. Who would be foolish enough to try and start a fight? Even if you were by yourself, your aura alone would keep threats like that away." She pins and leans back against the edge of the dresser. "But you came here with a question. And yes, I've heard from other adventurers that something evil lurks north of the city. Something hidden. Though truthfully, I don't like speaking in this way. It's dreadfully boring."

She begins a march towards you, though something shifts in her appearance as she moves. It's not right to say her clothing vanishes. They do disappear, but the fabric flutters over her flesh like scales. Her height sinks an inch from her heels dissipating as well. In a matter of seconds, she's nude and standing directly in front of you. Now that she's been made shorter, she lifts herself up onto her toes as she grabs the collar of your armour and tugs you closer. "So then, Kyle. I wonder. You have so many girls, but what is your type?"

"There are so many more. I think you'll see it's a lot more complicated than a single type."

Time smirks and steps back. Then with a dramatic flare of her hands down her figure, how she appears yet again shifts with the flutter of an ever-changing body. Her skin darkens, her height rises, and though it takes longer than a simple removal of clothes, it doesn't even take ten seconds for her transformation to complete. Niki now stands before you, though not quite. It isn't right. You can tell straight away. In fact, even your allies wouldn't buy this facade.

Niki's real chest is way larger than that. Additionally, Time would have no idea about her Rite of the Sun markings. It's surreal to see this uncanny version of a girl you know, with minor changes that aren't quite right. Though to be fair, it's an impressive attempt.

She frowns. "I'm not even close with this one, am I?" Her voice is perfect though, outside of a change in cadence.

"You wouldn't know, but there are a few things missing. For one, her chest is not nearly that flat."

Time-Niki places a hand upon her bosom. Then like balloons, they inflate, though by far too much. Suddenly, she has tits bigger than anybody else at Castle Phoenix! "How's that?" she asks with a teasing bounce. "Still too flat?"

You put your hands on your hips. "No breastplate in the world could contain titties that big."

"Isn't bigger always better?"

"No. But besides that... I see you're a doppel. Let me ask you something. What kind are you?"

"If I were a high doppel, it's unlikely I'd be here right now. Many of those are never even discovered you know. Don't be too scared by that. But it's interesting that you even know about that."

"Long story involving a princess."

"Speaking of which." With a flick of her hands through her hair, which is now extending down, her entire body turns into a fully dressed Queen Catherine. The garb she adorns herself in is something you haven't seen in some time--the dress she was wearing when you first met her. Again, you've been intimate enough with the queen to know things aren't quite right, even without seeing her nude, but it could fool many. "How about this? If you'd like, we can indulge in some royal pleasures."

"Think my type is monarchs?"

"Mmm. You've already slept with her, haven't you? I can see it in your eyes. You're inspecting me for a thorough level of detail. Let me try something else. Maybe I'll find something that will arouse you so greatly that you'll claim me in an instant."

"Is that the challenge?"

"It's the fun~," she hums before spinning around as she transforms again. The doppel takes a new shape, one of Eva. This one is rather close, which makes sense given how much of her body she normally shows off. You look to her little fluffy tail just above her perky bare ass, and as she faces you again, you can see her big, bouncy bust. Time runs her hands back through her lilac hair, past her tall rabbit-like ears. She smiles wide as she notices you stare. "How perfect is this one?"

"Closer than the others, but not quite."

"You know them too well," she says right before shapeshifting yet again. Next up is Amara. Her slender, bare elven physique is accurate in theory, but you know every last inch of her body. Nobody could fool you. She dances her fingers through her long, golden locks, and gives you a wink. Her expression alone betrays her true identity. "Anything you ever wanted her to say that she never would? I could have any person I've seen succumb to your desires. Your boss you want to bend over the desk. A bully you'd love to silence with your dick in her throat. This is my power, Hero-King. One squandered by most I meet. But you... Well, you're so intriguing to me that I fear I couldn't find a shape you haven't seen before."

Then with a grin, she turns away, showing her cute butt as she stretches her arms high above her head. As she transforms, just like before, her skin flutters all the way down to her feet, though this time she keeps the same body. Many tiny adjustments are made. Her ass grows the slightest amount, and the same goes for her chest. Strangely enough, just above Time-Amara's butt cheeks is now a tattoo of a heart with wings. Above that it reads, "Property of Kyle."

When she turns back to face you, after a long moment of allowing you to take it all in, she shows additional tattoos--many of them, all over her body, from parts of her arms, to her legs, even to a womb tattoo above her bare pussy. Some of the words read, "Bad Girl," and, "Fuck the Guards".

As messed up at the idea is, you can't help but find it a little amusing to see something so vastly different to reality.

"I can't imagine claiming you while you're shapeshifted into a twisted version of those I care for most. Kinda feels weird."

"But you're aroused. I can see. That's all I wanted. Don't worry. I didn't expect more just yet. Why would you fuck me in the guise of somebody you already fuck on the regular, right? That would make no sense. We're just having fun here."

"What else can you turn into?"

Then just like that, she appears yet again like how you first met her--clothing and all. She steps her heels along the floorboards so close that you could be inside her, and nudges you back towards the bed with half-closed lids. She drags the tip of her tongue along her teeth. "Get on that bed and I'll show you."

After falling onto the quilt, Time begins to undress you piece by piece, with your help. Though admittedly, your hands are often preoccupied. You take hold of her ass, pulling her in as she often shifts to kissing your neck instead of removing the next garment of your suit. It takes time, but she eventually gains access to your toned chest, where she lingers for a time--face against it, rubbing like a cat.

"Sorry," she whispers through gasping breaths. "My clothes are part of me. So don't tug too hard. But that means I can do stuff like this."

With a grin, she sits up on your groin. She slides a finger down her dress, and in its wake, the fabric disappears. She carves a deep V into her dress, nearly slipping her tits right out, and then leaps back into your arms to finish unwrapping her present.

Eventually she gets you to your underwear--not much coverage given the bulge struggling to escape confinement. After sliding her hands down your stomach, and over your erection, she steps off from the bed and poses cutely. "So how about we discuss this quest then, hmm?" she says.

"And interesting time to do that."

"But you'll definitely remember the conversation. So, Kyle. Tell me. What shape could I take in this moment that would excite you most?