Being outside is a nice change of scenery. Lush greenery surrounds you, specks of dust blowing past you in the wind. It's a welcome sight.
And there, in the middle of it, is Evelyn.
Doubled over and still clinging to the spear, she's ripped her dress off, the red garment lying in tatters and blowing with the wind. Naked and dripping with sweat, she groans in a manner that makes your hair stand on end for reasons you don't fully understand.
"Ghh-uuhhhh! Huh! Hhhnh!" she pants, her muscles pulling taut. "Rrrrggghhh–!"
Is she... growing?
You watch with some amazement as the muscles in her back ripple, her shoulderblades almost seeming to lengthen – before two gigantic wings burst forth from her shaking back, unfurling themselves while Evelyn bares her teeth in a grimace. The noises she's making now are anything but those of pain, though – even when two horns sprout from her head, growing and growing while her wings beat the air hard enough that you can feel the swirling currents. Her clothes rip, her beautiful red dress bursting into tatters.
