[ He shifts and she lets him up as strips of silk begin to unfurl in the air around her, until she's draped in a robe that she ties closed. She slides from the edge of the table, pointing her bare toes until she can feel the floor and stand; she pauses to kick away the remains of her costume, which, in fairness, would probably not have been in much better shape had he not torn it apart. These kinds of things are meant to be worn once, generally, because she comes from an incredibly wasteful society with an overabundance of cheap materials.
She laughs softly, picks up the antlers from the booth and feels one of the petals. She's changed other people's creations without meaning to before, but it's the first time anyone has changed one of hers, at least that she knows about. ]
Way ahead of you. Besides, what good would the ears be without them?
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She laughs softly, picks up the antlers from the booth and feels one of the petals. She's changed other people's creations without meaning to before, but it's the first time anyone has changed one of hers, at least that she knows about. ]
Way ahead of you. Besides, what good would the ears be without them?