SILAS“You can pull off your mask, Scyla.”Scyla, looking slightly uncomfortable in her 30 something year old respectable woman appearance, nods and begins to unravel. Her skin turns sickly, translucent grey, then begins to flake away like old parchment. Her spine elongates with a series of sickening cracks, her height stretching until she looms nearly seven feet tall.Scales begin emerging from beneath her skin, iridescent and obsidian, shingling over her throat and chest. Her legs fuse together, the fabric of her dress shredded by the sheer force of her transformation until a massive, serpentine tail, thick as a tree trunk and muscular, coils onto the rug. Her face, once beautiful, flattens. Her nose recedes into slits, and her eyes bleed into a terrifying, unblinking gold with vertical pupils that glow.She hisses and a long, forked tongue flickers out.“Good. I was getting sssick of this costume.”I smile. She is fine with it for a few hours, can even have a lot of fun with it, bu
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