You all but skip to a station near where your body was completed, the blonde mortal giving you a slight smile as you sit down, dainty as you should be. Your old life is easily available. You still have many of your likes and dislikes, the people you love you still love, but it's all hinged through the feelings of a newly born succubus. "So! What're you gonna do to me?" chirping out again, tail waving in anticipation.
"Some color. Some styling. Maybe dress you, but that's probably another outfitter's job." She pulls out some nail polish, looking you over. "Black okay?"
You nod a little, thoughtful. "That's going to be my natural color?"
"Sharp girl" the attendant smirks, "it'll be what your nails grow in as for the rest of your life. I can pick another color if you want?"
"No, no! Black is good! But...maybe the purple-black of my hair?" You hesitantly ask. "A-And maybe carry that over my entire body?"
The woman nods. "Sure, it's a good look. Nails out." Like the good girl you are, your hands go out. She's skilled at her craft as she paints them the proper color. You can feel the stain sinking in, your nails no longer looking like a single sculpted piece. You're already feeling less like some doll crafted into a demon and more like the true succubus you are.
"Lips" an order that you obey, pursing them into a cute pout. The same polish used on your nails spreads to your lips, giving them a sharp contrast to your body, highlighting their cute poutyness and enhancing the naughty but barely legal vibe that your body seems to be emitting. A perfect little sin really.
You're so caught up in your thoughts that the shock of pleasure you get from her painting your nipples is a welcome surprise. They're clearly defined now, showing up on your lovely torso as she looks you over. It's a contemplative look, the one an artist gives her creation. "Tattoos or designs you think? I've got a ton of piercings too. And what about some shoes and definition for those hooves of yours?"
You look at her deep in thought and you answer...