"Oh, and what choice is that?" Ms. Olive asked, nervously skidding her way around the talking clothes and apparitions that lectured in front of her. It seemed like more were appearing around her in a circle little by little, offering themselves for her voyeuristic gaze as she was the power she wielded over them.
"In order to defeat one of our own, we need to manifest in reality. To do that, we'll need a host, a siren, a herald if you will. We believe you to be the best candidate at the moment, but for a time being you will be changed depending on your selection."
"My Selection? Selection of what, a new wardrobe" Olive posited.
"No, not merely something so base, although that'll be an after-effect. You will be become the embodiment of a new 'ideal' or one of us basically, much like the one on the loose changing people to better suit itself. The only difference is, they'll be under your control, but able to return to normal functioning once it's stopped and they're released. Are you ready Ms. Olive, to become the embodiment of what you always dreamed of?"
The shocked former teacher simply stood in awe. She would become the very embodiment of something, or someone? But what would that be, it spoke as if she had that choice beckoning to her, but even than it was something she could hardly decide on, let along contemplate.
"We haven't got long, please choose quickly and choose well, Ms.Olive." The Business Tux told her. It was now or never for her soon to e victory or chargin.
