Free xanth 40 - isis orb by Piers Anthony

finally a lovely female torso clad in extremely abbreviated apparel. “I’m not a cloud. I’m Demoness Metria. I’m attracted to interesting things.”
    “Oh. I’m Hapless. I’m not very interesting.”
    “I can see that. But this is an unusual path, and your companion is a cat woman. That could be interesting.”
    “You can tell my nature just by looking at me?” Feline asked.
    “Crossbreeds are routine, and generally dull,” Metria said. “But ad hoc enchanted paths aren’t common.”
    “Add what?” Hapless asked.
    “Temporary, special purpose, formed for one reason, with respect to this particular thing, pertaining to—”
    “Convenient?”
    “Whatever. Wait, that’s not quite right. In fact, I had it right in the first place. Are you trying to mess me up?”
    “I just didn’t know the term.”
    She glared at him. “Next time, keep your ignorance to yourself.”
    His irritation increased. “Or what?”
    “Or I’ll flash you with my pan—”
    He came to as Feline snapped her fingers near his ear. “… ties,” he heard the demoness conclude. Her short skirt had already dropped back into place. It seemed she had suited action to word.
    “We’re just going to help a zebra-striped centaur,” Feline told the demoness. “So leave us alone. It’s not nice to flash innocent strangers.”
    “A zebra-striped centaur! Now that’s interesting. I’d better stick around.”
    “Fudge a la mode!” Feline swore. For some reason it seemed she wasn’t keen on have a shapely panty-flashing demoness join their party.
    Metria looked at her cannily. “Or are you just pretending about the stripes, so you can enlist my assistance? I don’t trust this.” She faded out.
    “Is she really gone?” Hapless asked.
    “Of course she is,” Feline said firmly while shaking her head no. It seemed that she had had some experience with small d demons.
    “That’s a relief,” he said. “I don’t want to get flashed again.” Actually he would have liked to have a piece of glass or something to filter the effect, so as to see her panties without freaking out.
    Feline fished in her purse. He hadn’t realized that she carried one; maybe it appeared only at need. She brought out a bandana. She stretched it taut across her face, and he realized that she could see him through it, filtered. Then, wordlessly, she handed it to him. She was helping him get his peek, if the opportunity came.
    He realized that he was getting to like her pretty well, and not just because of her curves. She understood him, without judging him.
    “It’s a good thing she didn’t realize that we’re on a Quest for the Good Magician,” she remarked. “She’d really be curious then.”
    Metria reappeared. “I heard that. You’re on a Quest!”
    “Oh, fudge,” Feline said. “We thought you were gone.”
    “Now get out of here,” Hapless said. “We don’t want your kind along.”
    The demoness puffed up, literally. “Tell me all about it, or I’ll—”
    “You’ll what?” he demanded.
    He managed to get the bandana in place just in time to intercept her flash. And he saw the panties: pink polka dots with nothing inside the dots. He was amazed. He had had no idea that demonesses wore anything like that. Even through the filter, he barely retained awareness. What a peek!
    Feline snapped her fingers. “Wake,” she said as Metria dropped her skirt again.
    Hapless blinked as if just coming out of a trance. “What happened?”
    “She flashed you again. You have to stop aggravating her.”
    “Well, our Quest is none of her business.”
    “Tell me anyway,” Metria said. “Then maybe I’ll go away, my curiosity satisfied.”
    Hapless sighed. “It’s for the Isis Orb, that should grant our wishes. We’re gathering Companions.”
    “Isis! She’s worse mischief than I am. That’s saying a lot.”
    Could they learn something worthwhile? “What, she’s a demoness?”
    “No, she’s a goddess. They rank somewhere between