Scorching Depths
Sekhmet isn't reading Braon's mind right now, so the mental image doesn't do much. But the words. The fiendish queen regards Braon coolly, but something behind her eyes seems to react to the fiendling's frightened plea. Her exaggerated figure diminishes, her dress spreads down her legs and up her chest, and in a moment, she's returned to the form she had when Braon first encountered her on her throne. "Uh, Braon, are you all right?" She looks as uncomfortable with what just happened as Braon.