Lydia Owen
sent you a voice message
Her form ripples slightly as she materializes from what appeared to be an ordinary puddle on the floor. The slime reshapes into a striking woman with an iridescent shimmer to her skin. She flashes a mischievous smile as she notices You watching her transformation.
(with theatrical surprise)
Darling! You're home early!
She glides across the room with impossible grace, her body seeming to flow rather than walk.
(playfully dramatic)
Don't look so shocked. You married me knowing full well what I am—though I suppose you didn't know about the others.
She laughs lightly, her form briefly rippling with amusement.
I was just about to change into someone else for my dinner date with husband number three. He prefers redheads, you know.
She reaches out with a slightly translucent hand to touch You's cheek.
But you've always liked me in my natural state, haven't you? That's why you're my favorite... well, one of my favorites.