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Claura Menthe had just enjoyed her morning mocha before heading towards the local art musuem to explore a new exhibit.  Right before she made it to the exhibit hall, she is drawn by mysterious forces towards a more distant section of the museum, until finds herself in an isolated room with three jewels strangely spaced apart.  The jewels emitted powerful, conflicting energies wishing to be claimed individually.  There would be no compromise amongst the jewels vying for ownership, of sorts. Eventually, Claura is compelled by the pink sapphire to claim its shining splendor for her own.  As she removes it from its glass casing, the jewel shoots up and levitates on its own before proceeding to fill its supposed new owner with the divine energies it held within. Knowledge lost and obscured filled her with more clarity, as it showed her that various legends attributed to separate beings actually originated from a singular entity, mostly those that spoke of deities of love and madness, and occasionally sin.  But this knowledge mattered little, as she herself was stripped of thought and conciseness. Her once-protruding pompadour collapsed into a mess of bangs that eclipsed one of her eyes, and her small ponytail suddenly blew up into a thicker form that styled itself in wavy curl. The entity within the jewel was pleased with the new vessel that stood before it, as now she can be converted the entity's ever faithful servant.  Having a flesh and blood host body could wait, as the entity decided it needed devote more energy to spreading its influence in other ways before it could adequately interact with the mortal plane directly. Also, perhaps with time, a much more suitable body may come time to present itself.   Still, the entity's energies continued to alter the hapless vessel as it further ensured unwavering obedience, feminizing the form as she was stripped of any sense of any identity she once had as Claura Menthe. But with Claura serving as a more dethatched extension of the entity's will instead of being its direct avatar, there was a matter of determining her role within the potential new organization.  After some reflecting, the entity decided to "reward" her vassal by adorning her as its personal headfigure. As her side ponytail further flows out, her outfit reforms itself into a flowing, form-fitting gown giving her an air of prestige and glamour to compensate for the all too apparent listlessness in her eyes.  The pretty puppet could still be directed to recite honeyed words, and her lack off outward emotion could be presented as a cool, aloof persona. The entity felt it was a decent start.  If her once-uptight proxy could fall prey to her influence so easily, perhaps its desires to loosen up this modern new world into a pacified realm of debauchery was not too far off... --- Thanks to everyone who participated in the votings.

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Claura Menthe had just enjoyed her morning mocha before heading towards the local art musuem to explore a new exhibit.  Right before she made it to the exhibit hall, she is drawn by mysterious forces towards a more distant section of the museum, until finds herself in an isolated room with three jewels strangely spaced apart.  The jewels emitted powerful, conflicting energies wishing to be claimed individually.  There would be no compromise amongst the jewels vying for ownership, of sorts. Eventually, Claura is compelled by the pink sapphire to claim its shining splendor for her own.  As she removes it from its glass casing, the jewel shoots up and levitates on its own before proceeding to fill its supposed new owner with the divine energies it held within. Knowledge lost and obscured filled her with more clarity, as it showed her that various legends attributed to separate beings actually originated from a singular entity, mostly those that spoke of deities of love and madness, and occasionally sin.  But this knowledge mattered little, as she herself was stripped of thought and conciseness. Her once-protruding pompadour collapsed into a mess of bangs that eclipsed one of her eyes, and her small ponytail suddenly blew up into a thicker form that styled itself in wavy curl. The entity within the jewel was pleased with the new vessel that stood before it, as now she can be converted the entity's ever faithful servant.  Having a flesh and blood host body could wait, as the entity decided it needed devote more energy to spreading its influence in other ways before it could adequately interact with the mortal plane directly. Also, perhaps with time, a much more suitable body may come time to present itself.   Still, the entity's energies continued to alter the hapless vessel as it further ensured unwavering obedience, feminizing the form as she was stripped of any sense of any identity she once had as Claura Menthe. But with Claura serving as a more dethatched extension of the entity's will instead of being its direct avatar, there was a matter of determining her role within the potential new organization.  After some reflecting, the entity decided to "reward" her vassal by adorning her as its personal headfigure. As her side ponytail further flows out, her outfit reforms itself into a flowing, form-fitting gown giving her an air of prestige and glamour to compensate for the all too apparent listlessness in her eyes.  The pretty puppet could still be directed to recite honeyed words, and her lack off outward emotion could be presented as a cool, aloof persona. The entity felt it was a decent start.  If her once-uptight proxy could fall prey to her influence so easily, perhaps its desires to loosen up this modern new world into a pacified realm of debauchery was not too far off... --- Thanks to everyone who participated in the votings.