"I want to build things!" ...where'd that come from? You...well, you liked Legos and Brio and such, but you're a humanities person-demon-succubus-thing! You don't know the first thing about engineering! Then again, you weren't a succubus when you woke up this morning so, maybe magic?
"You do, do you? Quite the industrious succubus" he laughs. "I think I can help you with that." taking your hand and leading you over to the closet and mirrors. "Now, practicality or style?"
"C-can I do both?" you can't help the nervousness in your voice. He's really handsome and you're deciding what you're probably going to be for...hells know how long.
"Of course you can." another laugh, pulling out a monocle and putting it on, looking you over with a critical eye. "And how wedded are you to your hair being the material it is now?"
"Er....w-what do you mean? If you change it, will I still be a demon?" ...That's...actually really important to you. It's a bit unexpected that it came out of your mouth but the fact that you remain a demon, that you remain this red skinned girl, is important to you. This is you now, and you can't see yourself as anything other than a demon. Maybe not a succubus but still something infernal.
"Of course! All I mean is more human-like hair. Closer to us mortals rather than this" he tugs lightly at your somewhat stretchey hair.
You nod at that as he pulls out a white hair ribbon, grabbing the vast majority of your hair and tying it in back of you in a high ponytail. You feel a slight itching and a tingling as you watch it separate, becoming almost human hair though keeping that perfect color and that imhumanly ideal shine. It also leaves cute bangs to frame your face as he hmmms to himself. "Glasses or goggles?" Looking you over again he smiles and nods. "You're more of a goggles girl, unless you want to be a bit more shy and withdrawn."
You look at him with some surprise as he pulls out a set of brass goggles with smoked lenses. Without much ceremony he places them on your head, the things fitting perfectly. They're kind of nice feeling and you're a bit relaxed with them on. Certainly more than you were before. A bit more confident as well. You know that it's the magic of this place but it's just so natural seeming that you don't give it a second thought. "Sooooo, what now Captain?" ....huh. Your voice seems a bit more perky, mischievous, a hint rough and tumble but still well educated. The words that came out certainly were less formal than what you meant to ask though the meaning is the same.
"I imagine you want a shirt and pants?" he gives you a wry smile.
"Eh, leave 'em out." the naturally exhibitionist tendencies of the succubus meshing well with the confidence of the goggles. "It's doing the world a service~" a smirk splitting your face showing that you're joking. Oh, sure, you could go naked in nothing but toolbelts, but pants have pockets and like any project, the more ornamentation the better. And your clothes are a project like any other.
The clothes you're soon wearing are reasonably unadorned. A tight white belly shirt showing off your cute chest (you could swear it's smaller now!) and skintight black leather pants that aren't as shiny as your skin but still look good on you. A thick brown toolbelt wraps around your waist and you've got a small satchel full of stuff on your back. You're lithe, quick on your feet, and already feeling like quite the technician though you could swear you need something more...