Scorching Depths
Sekhmet looks Braon over. "Impressive. But, uh, don't wear silver." The silver she's wearing is glowing brightly and heating up. "Fiends native to here, uh, can't touch silver."

Now it's her turn. Unlike Braon, Sekhmet isn't very good at mundane disguise. She vanishes off to her chambers, and returns a bit later. She's shed her regal, titanic form for a much more commonplace appearance. Her face is completely different, her six horns reduced to two with a very different shape. She let her hair down, and it's much shorter than her usual length. But beyond a new face, she's very recognizable. Her dress, while no longer literally on fire, is still long and modest, a style few succubi ever wear. "Uh, how did I do?" Her voice is different, but her speech pattern is the same.