Inkantation - 1/2

Zeydaan finds a strange boombox in the middle of an abandoned square- for some reason, it was still playing music. And while there was no reason for it- the music playing seemed so... catchy. She felt she had to dance along to it. Unwittingly falling into the box's trap-

Closing their eyes, getting into the groove, the notes around her seeming to physicalise... Liquify, and fall onto them- each drop beginning to change her- stripping away her fur to be replaced with slimy and smooth skin- that or shiny clothing that inexplicably held the same texture as her body now.

The rainstorm of ink couldn't be stopped-

The more her body was covered, the more she felt like dancing... Not that she could stop at this point anyway - someone as fresh as her needed to show herself off.