As wrewdison snaps their fingers once more, the divine energy flows through the air, reverting the towering white bunny back into the bewildered club-goer. The crowd erupts in a mix of applause and amazed laughter, filled with both relief and awe at witnessing wrewdison's power to undo their miraculous transformation. The club-goer, now back to their human form, blinks in disbelief and rubs their eyes as if awakening from a dream. Meanwhile, Rolf, the avid dancer with a split tongue, approaches wrewdison, a wide grin on his face. His eyes glisten with admiration, fuelled by whatever mind-altering substance he has indulged in. "That was bloody amazing, mate!" Rolf exclaims, patting wrewdison's back with enthusiasm. "You've got a talent for divine mischief, I must say. Care to bless the dance floor with more of your godly maneuvers?" Rolf's invitation hangs in the air, igniting a spark of excitement and anticipation among the goth club-goers.

taken in #devilsnight - Rolf