As John went in he say a close friend Carry sewing up fabric. As a cosplayer, designer, fashionista and seamstress she loved to design clothes, but after the Imp beamed it's eyes she felt a weird stringy headache, which was quickly faded and replaced by an urge for rainbow appeal.
"What exactly are you making?" John asked her.
"Oh, it's a Rainbow blouse and skirt. To go with the Rainbow socks I have, see?" She pointed to her legs, now encased in fruity bright colors. Not only had she believed that she always loved wearing them, now her new sense of style and fashion creation had been influenced too. "See how my rainbow blouse is coming along so far? I'm hoping to sell a whole brand line of it, than everyone will love and appreciate the bright colors!" She smiled, completely assured in her own longstanding love and obsessing with rainbow appeal.
John left the room briefly and looked at the Imp.
"You know when I wished for the girl to have rainbow socks earlier, I only meant "That one girl" at the time right?" John confronted the Imp.
It scoffed and said "I don't care. 'That Girl' could be anybody."
Suddenly the door swung open.
