Devika inhaled and exhaled, closing her eyes as the Animus took hold. When she opened them again, she was... different. Not as different as she would have thought, though.

Her body, clad in a simple robe, was still husky, but now she could feel muscle and power in her limbs and frame. Her hands, which should have been soft from a life of ease, had been roughened by training and hard work. Something in her memory told her that the robe around her body was less than the finest, that she still wasn't used to such rough cloth. A smile spread over her face, as a cute pair of dimples showed. Her beauty would hide her talent- no one expected a woman of her station to be able to do much but speak well, dress well, and marry well. No one would ever suspect her to be capable of killing. But she was, in fact, quite capable.