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And there she stood, completely changed from the explosion that had hit her, her hair now darker than the sky behind her, gone the work clothes, replaced with a tight blood red dress, revealing pale cleavage as she steps forward, jiggling ever so slightly. Her face, half hidden by the horns growing from each side of her head curving towards each other than back out, she walks towards me, shadows snaking up her legs, enveloping them as her tail swings in tangent with her hips.