The demoness giggled in delight and stood, running her fingers over the fox's head for the briefest of moments; she liked him. He was pretty! And sweet. And, perhaps best of all...he was going to indulge her in her desires!
She began to run, to town; her method of attack was simple. It wasn't so big a place, this one...so she slowed down, once she got into the town proper, and waited. There were bars still getting out...she had to wait for the right moment. The right victim...ah, there!
It was no secret that in this body, most of Pandora's victims were women. Women were easier to seduce with big, overflowing eyes, and a story about a scary man who took her away, but she escaped...she tore a few rips in her dress, and mussed up her hair, and grinned at the Matagot.
"Watch this."
In an instant, it was like she transformed; she ran to the woman--who was fussing with something in her purse, and preoccupied, and who Pandora had picked because her outfit, while eye-catching, was not so revealing as to show that the only thing she was interested in was men. She clung to the woman's legs, sniffling and broken-hearted, and when the woman looked down in surprise, and Pandora looked up...well. That was it. She had the power to cause blindness, but also the power to grab people's attention, to appear pleading and utterly, utterly human. The woman had no chance, and Pandora led her towards the alleyway that she'd left Louvel in.
Only the Matagot could see her wicked, wicked smile.