Sakura Edelfeldt
Sakura ignored the mild yet agonizingly familiar annoyance at being checked out and viewed as a sexual object by yet another man, instead chuckling and shaking her head a little bit. It was a familiar, practiced act from the constant attention she'd gotten from wolves at the clock tower, and it was scarcely discernable from a genuine reaction of flattery. "Hoho. Well, I'll take that bit as a compliment then." She turned her attention to the far more interesting Alice, and flashed her a genuine smile. Her long, golden hair reminded her of her sister, and she seemed like a nice enough person.
"I may be able to reflect attacks in theory, but that has not been a focus of my efforts. I can create things out of stuff from another dimension, the Imaginary Abyss. They're quite powerful, packing a mean punch and destroy all but the most powerful of magical attacks without much fanfare. I can also utilize powerful curse magic that inflicts grievous illnesses on my enemies, if that would help." She sighed, taking a deep breath before revealing her secret weapon. She reached in between her breasts into her cleavage, and pulled out a protesting stick.
"I don't want to be attacked by that scythe!" Sapphire exclaimed, wriggling in Sakura's firm grip, attempting to escape as best she could. "Come on, it's only for a moment. I'll make it up to you later!" After a few moments of thought, the stick known as Sapphire gave up her attempts to escape and Sakura flashed in a brilliant burst of purple light and fanfare, which after dissipating revealed her in a tight, form-fitting leotard that clung to her firm muscles and ample behind in a bit too revealing a manner. It had a window underneath her chest, just barely protecting her decency and the back rode up into her butt far more than usual.
The Edelfeldt heiress blushed. "S-sapphire, what are you doing?" She quickly sat down, covering herself, flashing a furious glare at Taro, daring him to comment about her. "A-anyway, i-in this form, I'm confident of my changes taking on any of you except for the king, in a fair fight. Ahem."
Quietly, but clearly discernable with their vampiric senses, the room could hear Sakura's stick chuckling to herself.