"Here is what I saw- An tower of wood and on it were signs of debauchery and sensuality... and a pale axe struck it... causing it to fall upon a devil. The devil was crushed, but where the pale axe hit on the other side, the wielder nicked herself.... and out came heated blood from the cold, and the blood fell into the shadows and strands holding it back snapped... and it did take on a womanly form, thristy, eager, wanting, and with an appetite to answer questions thus far restrained..." A look at her "I think your shadow is... ah." A blush "I'm not sure I should say, but I think it's out partying"