"Go ahead, I'm not a stranger to such things. Just be sure you can put back the furniture later."

"Of course - though I assume that the hotel can clean it up without me regardless." 

Her hands settle on her shoulders, and a quick pulse of magic runs through her body - her skin turning to iron in much the way that one might experience with stoneskin or barkskin. But something about it is deeper somehow, as the feeling of her body through the amulet intensifies, but you can tell there's many more steps to go, if she desires.

"There's a lot to see when you meld with the metal - but I think for the moment you should focus in on what it means to you for you to be armoured, to for you to be firm and unyielding and enduring, and what it feels like to have me there with you, in the metal together." 

"Alright." 

She focusses. She has a lot of practice with directing her will; that helps, but it's still a slow process for her to home in on the vague feeling. 

It's sharp, the way she focuses blending into the feeling of her skin and form and the communion, creating an extra pure focus, everything else falling away as she feels the trickling changes flow through her. 

She can feel her nerves slowly change to gold, nerves humming with the feeling of power and sensation running through her, irises shifting to citrine, muscles shifting into something more mechanical as the electricity flowed through her as the conversion continues. 

Every little bit of her body started shifting, turning into a construct of steel and engineering rather then mortal flesh. 

"You are seeing through eyes with a transparent aluminum lense. You ears are turning into microphones, the very hairs on them shifting to steel. You are yourself the metal, you are seeing as metal. You are as much as part of this as any gear, any shaft in these vast machines. Feel it."

She nods; she's not sure she can manage words right now. And she plunges deeper.

A mirror of silver unfolds before her, and she can see herself wrought in metal, every part of her changed and altered to become something more, like some beautiful sculpture brought to life through magic then anything organic. 

Her mind quickens, and her thoughts are oddly visible and noticeable, everything being cleanly logged as if her brain had somehow become digital.

Her fingers trace across her shoulders, and wings like an angel sprout from her back, glossy reflective metal changing her appearance once more to look like a cybernetic angel. 

"There's more to this, of course, when you find your way to make this a part of you, a part of the magic that you are, the way that you can make the structure of your soul and form perfectly resonant with the nature of what you have become, when you learn but..." 

"This is beautiful, isn't it?"

"It is," comes a voice like a bell from the microphone embedded at Hannah's throat. "Also somewhat unsettling. I chose to step out of the Tree because I knew what I wanted to be, and this - it's beautiful, but it's not me."

She nods slightly. 

"It's not really, for anyone who doesn't earn it themselves. I can show something that is supposed to be it and arguably is but well..." 

She gestures, and the metal in the room dissapears, and there's a gentle tug upon her that lets her cancel the transformation, the magic draining out of her.

"You can't find a harmony if you are making yourself discordant, not really, but..."

She shakes her head and sits back contemplatively.

"I still hope you enjoyed."

"It was a wonder to see. Thank you."

She blushes softly, hiding her head a little.

"You're welcome, Hannah."

Hannah takes her hand. 

"May I kiss you?"

She takes her hand, a little shakily, looking up just below her eyes.

"...You may."

She leans in and kisses Iron softly.

She hums softly as she kisses back, her hand clenching a little to hold her more firmly, eyes lidding a little.

Hannah pulls back, and smiles. 

"Anything else you want to show me?~"

She laughs quietly. 

"I've always enjoyed a good knife, but that's more of a specialist thing - and I suspect I'm far from ready to use such things fully, here, and well..." 

She hums contemplatively, and stands up, naked as the day she was born. 

"It's hard to feel like I'm really showing anything, when I know that more or less everyone will have seen the configuration of parts and the general aesthetic, but..." 

She tilts her head. 

"We might want to do something about that - even just seeing the change from oiling up can be... quite substantial~"

Hannah laughs. 

"I may have seen my fair share of naked girls, but my life has been notably lacking in naked you thus far."

She goes over to the console, selects a perfumed oil in a scent she likes (strawberry).

"I have a friend you might want to share knives with, too," she says, pouring a dollop of the oil into her free hand.

Her skin is a little flushed, already, and her chest heaves as she takes in the oils' smell.

"There's nothing wrong with the idea of that but well..."

She lets her hand gently slide across her breasts as she thinks. 

"It's so easy to just let myself remember how generateable the images of what I look like naked, with or without some fancy computer system that it's hard to find it... meaningful."

"Yeah, but no image can be as there as you can. The presence of you, in your altogether, isn't really fakable even by advanced sims. The best ones would still have you operating them." 

She smears out the oil along Iron's back. 

She shudders a little, leaning in and repressing a moan slightly.

"That's why I said image - there's so much more to it, even if it's just a matter of something as simple as frame rate or small artifacts of the process or just the magical thing but well..." 

"I'm naked to all, in every moment, whether or not they take advantage of that."

"Sounds like an exhibitionist at heart."

"Sometimes I like to think that? But well..." 

She sighs softly.

"Sometimes I want it to just be that I'm not denying the inevitable reality that people can see me naked, in such a vulnerable position, that there's no point in adding needless friction into people's lives even for something that is so automatic and easy and guarenteed to happen. Or perhaps it's just because I'm not sure that I can feel like I'm really... a girl, without the sort of reaction and parsing and connection that you get when you are presented with this."

She stretches out languidly, rubbing her back against the chair.

Hannah smiles appreciatively. "Yeah, I guess you can look at it like that. It's not how I'd see it, but..."

She leans up to kiss across her cheek. 

"I never know wht to think of the way that so many people's perceptions just... fall in line. I like being in the moment, even if I'm not exactly the sort of person that you would normally expect that from and just... I like following this all, and seeing where it goes. It doesn't have to be adventurous but well...~"

She smiles a little wryly.

"I like a little adventure anyway. Like your magic, there."