Angie was nervous about wearing the costume that left her so exposed; it took her several minutes to muster up the courage to undress, put on the tunic, and step onto the pedestal. But as she felt the magic transform her into a classically-styled artistic sculpture, the doubt was washed away. Her modesty was discarded and forgotten along with her street clothes; Angie would happily remain a decorative statue for as long as the exhibitors decided to keep her.

Non-TF and baked-in caption in the alts.