No Self-Respecting Lady Strolls the Battlefield in Her Birthday Suit

After her triumphant battle, Roxana found herself amidst the chaos of the demon nursery, her heart racing from the thrill of survival.

The defeated demon's soul sparkled before her, enveloping her in a spectral radiance. This soul was more than a mere token of her victory; it was the key to unlocking her potential in this demonic world.

Confronted with a pivotal decision, Roxana weighed her options: to consume the soul, following demon tradition, or to absorb it into her unique system. Despite her yearning, she realized that internalizing the soul's power would serve her far better than merely quenching her immediate hunger.

With firm resolve, she touched the soul, and it merged into her seamlessly, enhancing her collection of souls to two.

As she looked around, she saw not just the aftermath of destruction but also at least ten demons from different directions advancing towards her.

This observation made her painfully aware of her distinctness; while other demons displayed various monstrous traits, none bore fur. Roxana, amidst these demons, was like a lotus among mud—strikingly different and inherently more refined.

This realization sharpened her sense of urgency for defense in a world teeming with danger. Given her relatively low strength, Roxana considered acquiring a weapon and shield to better protect herself and increase her offensive capabilities.

Yet, as she contemplated summoning a sword and shield through her system, Roxana hesitated.

As the system was integrated with her thoughts and desires, the idea of creating these weapons seemed almost second nature, however the real problem was elsewhere.

With no real experience in battle and questioning whether she had the physical strength to handle such weapons properly, Roxana looked for a different path—one that would play to her strengths of speed and intellect.

Roxana realized that the ability to turn invisible held far greater value for her situation. This ability provided the opportunity for stealthy surprise attacks and the opportunity to remain undetected.

In a realm where her uniqueness could make her a target, invisibility offered a way to combat enemies and maintain her concealment, preventing her from standing out as the sole creature diverging from the norm.

Roxana's mind initially raced towards the concept of invisibility magic, yet her inexperience quickly quashed that plan. Her thoughts then danced to the legendary invisibility cloak from the tales of Harry Potter—a garment that could render its wearer unseen without the complications of magic.

This idea appealed not only for its utility but also for the dignity it preserved; Roxana, though a demoness, held her status among her peers. While all the demons and demoness around her were naked, she had standards to maintain, unwilling to compromise her decorum.

As she conjured the image of the cloak Harry had received as a Christmas gift, an unexpected message resonated within her mind:

{Error: Insufficient souls to produce the item… Item stored in mind palace for now [10% progress]}

The timing was less than ideal; adversaries were closing in, and she needed a solution—fast.

In a moment of inspired improvisation, Roxana shifted her strategy.

If not invisibility, then perhaps a semblance of it. Before her, a dress hologram materialized, its design a testament to her subconscious desires for protection and modesty.

The garment was a kaleidoscope of orange and white, with deep red accents, evoking the essence of a fox. Its top mirrored the animal's fur, adorned with white, fur-like textures. The sleeves, short and layered, resembled petals, lending the dress an organic, delicate air.

A red ribbon, reminiscent of a traditional Japanese obi, graced her neck, crossing over her chest to complement the dress's theme. The skirt, with its layered ruffles, flowed like a cascade, alternating in shades of orange and white. The uneven layers, edged in a darker hue, mimicked a fox's tail, adding depth and movement to the ensemble.

This dress, born from Roxana's innate sense of style, served a dual purpose: it was a sartorial reflection of her identity and a magical artifact that could render her invisible for brief periods.

Displayed next to the hologram, a text confirmed its properties:

{Dress that renders the user invisible for 15 seconds. Cooldown time: 5 seconds} — [1.5 souls needed to create]

Fashion, it seemed, was an indelible part of her, manifesting even in the most unexpected of circumstances.

As Roxana embraced the thought of donning the magical dress, it enveloped her in an instant, enhancing her allure to an almost dangerous degree.

The demons, already a frenzied horde, surged towards her with renewed vigor, as if drawn not just by her presence but by the enhanced beauty the dress bestowed upon her.

Yet, this garment was far more than a mere adornment; it was her shield, her weapon. With the scant 0.5 soul she had left, Roxana conjured a small knife, its blade honed to a deadly sharpness, a perfect complement to her empty hand.

Empowered, she vanished from the view of her adversaries, a specter against the looming threat.

The chaos of the battlefield was a macabre dance of death and rebirth, where the line between predator and prey blurred with each passing moment. Amidst the cacophony of demonic roars and the clash of newborn titans, Roxana moved unseen, a phantom amongst shadows.

Her strategy was simple yet effective. She would wait for the stronger demons to reveal themselves in battle, then, using her dress's power, she would become invisible and approach the victors undetected.

In their moment of exultation, as they basked in the savagery of their victories, Roxana would glide through the shadows, her movements as silent and swift as the descent of night. With a precision born of cunning rather than brute force, she aimed for their necks—a whisper of death barely sensed before it was too late.

One soul became two, and two became three, as Roxana's collection grew. Each soul was a victory, a testament to her skill, and a stepping stone to greater power.

However, as she set her sights on her sixth target, an unsettling black fog began to envelop her. Fearing another demon with magic had attached her, she looked around only to see that all the other demons were similarly ensnared.

Suddenly, the earth beneath her seemed to betray her, swallowing her into its depths. As she plummeted into the abyss, Roxana flailed desperately, seeking something—anything—to arrest her fall, but to no avail.

Amidst her descent and before her mind could scramble for a solution, a booming laughter echoed through the void, chilling her to the core.

"Welcome to the uppermost level of the endless Abyss of hell, you worthless newborns!"