"Miss LeBlanc, are you in?" Tybresa sighed as she knocked upon the Deceiver's door. She had gotten a message from Swain that she needed to speak to the Black Rose Matron about something. But the question was… what exactly?
"Miss LeBlan- Oh…Hello." She replied as Emilia LeBlanc opened the door finally, but she found herself looking at a more… revealed and bare skinned champion instead of a clothed one like she expected.
"Come in dear." Emilia said with a slight smile, ushering the Senior-Steward in with a simple wave of her finger. "Yes, good. I needed to speak with you." She said.
But as Tybresa continued to look upon the naked Deceiver, her cheeks flushed slightly as she fought to keep her eyes from roaming any lower. "Uhm… can you put some clothes on?" She asked the noble woman.
"We're both women. It's not like you have not seen them before…" She grinned, "Or perhaps you haven't?" She said, with a snap of her fingers, her body took the illusion of a naked male version of herself. "Is this any better?" She asked, giggling at Tybrea's reaction.
The Steward had not only gone wide-eyed but her jaw hung open just slightly. "No! No it's not any better!" She replied hastily, raising her hands to cover her eyes. "Please, just go back to being female!" She cried out.
LeBlanc only responded with a short chuckle as she napped her fingers once more, taking on her normal form once again. "As you wish, my dear Senior-Steward. Now, won't you be a dear and have a seat?" Emilia said as she slowly lowered herself upon her velvet couch, raising her legs to lay length wise upon it.
"Evaine dear, please bring our guest a drink, will you?" Emilia called out to the other room, only to have a similar looking woman walk out in the same state of undress, caring a silver plate with a pitcher of juice and two cups upon it.
"Do you enjoy Apple Cider, Tybresa?" Emilia asked as the clone bent over and began pouring both women their drinks.