Nyx was methodical about her own. Mana-null rope floated out of the case and drew itself around her curves in a careful pattern, cinching her forearms to her ribs behind her back. Pink hair fell over the knots. She tested it, and her smug smile vanished, because her spatial magic would no longer move her own body.
"...Oh. I see why you like it."
Calypso, gagged: mmhmm.
Nyx sank to her knees beside the demoness.
Across the room, Bastet had the garment rack to herself, taking her time. The first silks were dismissed after ten seconds, the second considered longer, and the third she brought to her cheek, her tail swaying slow.
"...Yes. This one."
She dressed herself with reverent care, knowing it was a present for her beloved Master. Translucent gold-threaded linen. A heavier solar layer on top. A broad gold belt. Anklets. Armlets. A single veil draped from one shoulder to her opposite hip and left her midriff bare. She fastened her own belt. She adjusted her own veils.
