"Mmmm..." She rolls over, or rather, tries to - she seems to have gotten tangled up in Lilith while she was resting.  "I think I may well be, which is almost as surprising as everything else that's happened today.  ...Are you ready?  Are you sure?  I know I want this, but - not if you're not truly willing, okay?  I do...have options; they'll just...take longer, probably bind me to the SA more than I'd like...but I could do it."

"I don't have lot of better options to get a powerful person who's well disposed to me... And I did sort of promise. You should probably be sitting up."

Then up she'll sit, and nod.  "I suppose 'part of your harem' is pretty well-disposed," she quips, with a roguish grin on her face.  A bit of shuffling to rest herself against the headboard follows, and... "Well, I'm ready whenever you are."

Lilith takes a deep breath and, rather than indulge in a kiss or grope as she's suddenly tempted to, with great seriousness she holds her hand.

It's... Too cold and too hot and electric. It rushes up her arm and to her head and heart and she sees abstract branching potential, a rushing ignition... And then a raiment spills over her nude form, transformed. 

It's a sleek black evening dress, though the gently flaring edges of the sleeves seem to fade to a sharp emerald green; it is cut to both increase allure and range of motion, and the body inhabiting it moves in a subtly different way, even before it ripples, shifts, as - (she reaches out to claim a name; Ophelia shall do -) Ophelia works their first spell, reshaping her form using a muscle she never knew she had so dearly lacked until this very moment -

"Oh, my.  This is quite the surprise to find within yourself.

"You may have more allies than you thought, dear Lilith.  Well done, truly~"

"You may call me Ophelia.  It is a pleasure to meet you."  She rolls to a standing position, her silver snake-fang earrings swaying gently, and brings the hand that she's still holding to her lips.  "I believe this development bears further investigation, however, and I am ill-suited to pursuing that."

Then, because she's been inspired to mischief by Lilith's example, she leaves someone else in that position as she dramatically throws an arm wide as a distraction from watching the shift, not because it is necessary, but because it is good habit.

-- the girl in a sharp indigo/blue gi, that seems to show subtle signs of armor underneath, blushes furiously at the position Ophelia has left her in, and only barely doesn't jump away in her startlement.  "Um.  Hi?  I think I'm...basically, the alternate universe version of - we'll call the - most prominent state in Annabel phase-space - Diana; the inspiration she took from Wonder Woman is pretty obvious in retrospect - anyway, her, you've met her - and I'm her, but off to the left a bit?  More...analytic, than her baseline passionate.  Which explains why Ophelia tapped me for this, but hardly explains the position she left me in!  You, are a bad influence on her!  -- that was a joke, we all like you, and I certainly couldn't possibly mind an opportunity to kiss a pretty girl who's - erm.  Hopefully consenting; it was just surprising."  She pokes at her blush with gentle fingers as it starts to fade, and hums consideringly.  "I...think this was already something that was...latent?  And this just brought the process to the fore; it felt like an injection of raw possibility, in a way few other things could be, so seizing the opportunity to take more choices is just flatly optimal.  I wouldn't say we consciously thought that through in so many words, mind, but it did happen.

"Um.  Names.  ...Luna works, I suppose?  As...More of a codename than a truename; that name I haven't figured out yet.  It's a pleasure to meet you, Lilith."

"...Awesome. Hello! I thought this might happen." She breaks into a grin. "You... Y'all are gonna be many times as flexible as a normal spirit bearer, and quite possibly more powerful too. It'll be a riot to watch."

"Yessss.  I can't wait to surprise the fuck out of my enemies."

...She promptly squeaks in surprise at having said that!  "Diiiii, not everything is a fight!  I mean, yes, I thought about the combat applications of this unparalleled versatility first, too, especially considering that it might be possible to blend, but it's also really useful in disaster response contexts!"

Diana, apparently, chuckles as the gi becomes the burnt orange underlayer to matte crimson armor, similar to what she wore earlier while she was on the hunt - simple shinguards and armguards, a breastplate, a helmet; none of these are allowed to impact her range of motion or flexibility.  Her spear, the spear that is Diana's, also finally shows up - Diana reaching out to make sure she has her magical girl weapon, then turning it around and around in her hands before it vanishes wherever unworn raiment goes.  (Interestingly enough, it came with a sheath.)  "...I owe you."

(It almost sounds like a declaration of love.)

She eyes the spear a bit warily but smiles and says, "So we've got Ophelia in black, Luna in blue, Di in orange? Anyone else?"

The spear's gone now; she doesn't need it here of all places!

"I believe we have a...Clara in...white-and-green, and there is also a Sylvia; she's...metallic grey with earthtone accents.  And I'm Diana, yes."

"Quite the harem I've suddenly acquired."

And she is blush.  ing.  fiercely.

"I'm so doomed, sooo dooomed, the epitaph on my tombstone will be 'spontaneously combusted because of a pretty girl flirting with her too hard'," she does not continue the sentence, and instead watches a small flicker of fire dance between her cupped hands.  "Though I believe that Ophelia in particular would bite you if you thought yourself above her, hierarchically speaking.  That lady tops."

"No, no, if I have any aspirations to command you, I'll restrain them to brainwa- I mean, completely optional suggestions." She smirks challengingly. "I don't know if I'll get along with all of you equally, but that's life."

She must know how hot that sounds, she's being such a tease.

"I think she likes you too, just in a...'this girl is Ours now, or a valued peer, should she wish' sort of way?"

"A knight of the realm, am I? Inviting the dragon to the round table?" She laughs. "I do think that idea about saying Culpeper Cut did it is probably a good one, but it might also backfire if the truth ever comes out. Though... I admit I don't really know how magical girl society works. What with being a duplicitous menace too scared to dare talk to one before today."

"I don't think there's really anyone not in the Spirit Association who does.  But I...did note some evidence of a stigma, for others that got powers this way, rather than from genies or spirits.  Still...I think I need a decent service record, before I can start trying to defuse that stigma, and heavily implying Culpeper Cut did it will, probably last long enough that nobody will notice me updating the paperwork and coming out about that in turn."

"You're going to be better at politics than me. I'm kind of a one-on-one gal. Do let me know how I can help, er, safely, though."

"I will, darling."

This offer prompts thankful cuddling!

Cuddles!

"So, after I put my clothes back on, or not, what's next for the newest rising star of Massachusetts? You gonna go to that stuffy school in full raiment? I think they have a uniform code, right?"

And a girl dressed in an almost shiny white skirt, shirt, and boots, accented with green thigh-high socks, and a green stripe looping over one shoulder in a charmingly asymmetric way, and a white-and-green catgirl-ears headband, twirls into existence!  "I probably could!  And really tweak their noses by being entirely within the girls' dress code, so either they have to admit Spirit Bearers aren't godly, or admit we're a girl!"

"Might try to get you to lose the ears. Or 'not gratuitously transform', and not listen if you explain, ugh. Oh hey, by my count you're already growing, that outfit's a bit more than a usual totally fresh newbie already - does it feel easy to switch out?"

"Headbands are legal!  And, like, none of us actually find the outfits of the others...objectionable?  Er, well, Ophelia's is a bit much, but I think we think she might have another one tucked away somewhere, somehow?  For politeness?  She has more, moods, than we do, within her person-space, because..."  It sounds like Luna's delivering this lecture, now, "she's basically - if you imagine us as vectors branching out from a centerpoint, and then sort of ballooning out into cones of self-ness, Ophelia's pointing a lot more 'opposite' everyone else?"

"And I think transforming is easier than it started out as!"  And that was Clara again!

"You're gonna knock 'em dead." Hug! Smooch!

And then she goes for her discarded clothes, tossing aside the blanket.

"I wanna talk to my friend, uh... I've got a couple. Mostly human but a couple who are not human and who might be happy to meet you. See if they want to some time."

Hug and smooch!  Yay!  They are returned!  "Oh, thank you!  And that sounds wonderful!  I like making friends!"  Clara positively bounces with excitement, doing that not-quite-a-clap thing and clasping her hands together as she actually does bounce, seeming incredibly light-on-her-feet!  "...You should have our phone number for that!  So you can keep in touch properly!"

Now where did she...

Aha!  There's paper!  And a pencil!  And her phone number!  And she presses a kiss to the paper despite not actually having any lipstick on save anything Lilith left with her kiss just now, then presents it to Lilith with a bow and flourish!  Excitedly!

(Clara, it is rapidly becoming clear to everyone, is a golden retriever, running via emulation on human hardware, despite only having the BIOS for cat-OS.)

(Which is to say, she's a dog, in a human, that's configured like a cat.)