Now, fully dressed in her old Shadow Fang uniform, Eris looks absolutely breathtaking.
The black trench coat flows around her like liquid shadow. It's sleek, tailored, and just slightly too long, brushing her boots when she walks. Wide leather belts wrap diagonally around her waist and chest, cinching the coat with a sharp, tactical elegance. Her gloves are thick and dark, matching the high leather boots that climb up to her knees.
The entire outfit exudes deadly grace. It's both mysterious and cool… and a little intimidating.
"Woahhh…" I breathe out, utterly entranced.
Eris twirls once, the hem of the coat flaring dramatically around her legs.
Then, with a snap of her fingers—whoosh!—a pair of darkness-forged swords materialize from the air.
Eris strikes a pose, her coat flaring out behind her, then slashes forward with both blades in a dancer's fluid rhythm.
"Wooooaaaahhhh!!" I gasp, my tail standing straight with excitement. "You look so cool!"
