Ilia had already spotted Link in the bushes nearby, and had decided to make a show of dressing up. At least her towel was still here. She carefully and slowly turned around as she dried herself off, giving Link a view from all sides before she began to put on the strange clothes. They were as soft as silk and solid black, except for a few silver adornments sewn into the neckline and sleeves.
There was something about the dress that seemed to convince Ilia it had tremendous magic inside. Almost unconsciously, Ilia leaned back and cupped her breasts. Slowly, they swelled outwards, growing to the size of small pumpkins. This was what she wanted most. A whisper inside Ilia's head told her she could have a few other things, but she didn't want to change herself completely just yet, perhaps she would let Link have a say in how the next part went.
For now, Ilia walked slowly and deliberately to Link's hiding place, with a little sway in her hips, relishing the feeling of her new dress as it bunched up and fell across her body.
Link suddenly found himself knocked to the ground, with Ilia wrestling him to the ground. Amazingly, Link found himself unable to throw her off, as if something supernatural were adding force to her moves.
"This dress is quite something, isn't it?" Ilia said.
Out of the corner of his eye, something clued Link on to what was going on.
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