Angela's Magic Lesson - Silver Angel

From out of nowhere, a spotlight shone on Angela.  A microphone stood before her.  She closed her eyes and sang into it in a low, smoky voice.  Her opera gloves rose past her elbows.  A gem-studded belt hung loosely around her hourglass waist.  The slit in her dress ran dangerously high, but she lived dangerously, at least according to her lyrics.  She caught a glimpse of herself as her head rose from the microphone.  She figured the only thing keeping her dress on was the same spell that made her this way in the first place.  She gazed at the way the light bounced off every inch of her clothing.  Seeing it gave her a yearning for the finer things in life.  And with this spell, she just may be able to get them.