The dress, or rather former pony was given to certain vampire mistress of white and red.
Lilith could feel that the dress wasn’t your normal one. Soul embeded into it felt strong.
- There you go. So who are you - asked Lil.
- Certainly not a dress. Just your usual pony.
- Pony? No no no, I don’t think so. It’s just that I felt that your form didn’t fit you.
Let’s fix that.
And so magic has reshaped the pony into a pretty clothing set for the countess.
She didn’t mind. Clothes can’t argue with their owner after all.