Kitsara tapped a single finger lightly on his shoulder, and just like that, she cast her illusion magic that rippled over his entire frame in a wave. In an instant, Quinlan was clothed in a sharp suit; black, perfectly fitted, something sleek she thought made him devastatingly hot. At the same time, her own form shimmered and found itself covered by a flowing dress, elegant yet cute, tailored to accentuate every feminine line she possessed.
But Quinlan didn't even realize his lover had dressed him, for his attention was locked wholly on the figure before him.
And within a single moment of her stepping through, he realized that she might've been dressed in the same attire as before, but she was not the same as before.
Blood.
