Calypso didn't question the talking blood. She was a focused woman; her mind honed in only on the goal. She didn't care about background details, but what she cared about, she was extremely fierce about.
The bloody words then transformed, and more blood jetted out, coalescing into matter. It quickly joined together, stitching itself into a set of fitted, trendy armor with a noticeable demonic flair.
It sported dark leather interwoven with hardened plates that didn't impede movement.
Calypso's eyes widened, and a deep blush instantly spread across her delicate cheeks. She loved it. She could already imagine how her man would look in that sleek, powerful getup.
With the clothes now materialized, she resumed her mission. She maneuvered her hands carefully, still supporting his head on her thighs. She worked the trousers over his legs, gently pulling them up his thighs.
