She lifted up in that odd way (like she held onto a lifting hand).

Drawing smoothly near to me with her hand. Slid softly Into mine.

“Think of something fun..”

My mind went to green skin alien girls that were seductresses beyond all. But that felt too much like asking to be seduced, so a cleared my head.

When I looked up, here skin was not green. Her eyes and hair were.

She took my reservations and played a little.

It was first time she changed from form to form.

Each time more stately, regal, devine.

Her eyes kept aloof, but also showed me unknown mastery in morphing.

Like the myth of an all-women goddesses that can become any woman.

After the fifth change, she smiled looked directly at me for an instant, and began a slow poised dance.