“The thuccubuth smiles at you, lifting one gratheful hand to beckonth you forward.”
Suddenly Chrysalis rose from her chair, leaning forward behind the screen and
peering over the cardboard ramparts like a cat regarding its prey. Her green eyes
glittered with lust and power, her demeanor utterly alien to the shy changeling princess’ usual skittish
glances. It was as though the ‘thuccubuth’ was peering over the flimsy cardboard barrier at Shining
instead of his nerdy friend. “She says, ‘Welcome to my boudoir, adventurer. I did not think such a fine,
virile male would get thith far… and alone, too. Did you come for treasure? Or… for something else?’”

Critical hit. The erotic purr slid in through Shining’s flicking ears and went straight for his groin. The young
stallion pressed his legs together and tried to think unsexy thoughts as he scrambled for options. “I, uh… I…”

Shifting in anticipation, Chrysalis bumped the Oubliette Master screen. It fell forward with a
soft thump, and Shining felt insistent parts of him twitch in excitement. Where was her skirt?!

Chrysalis froze in shock, wings buzzing up a storm that threatened to lift her from the floor. Just
as suddenly, she relaxed and rose to her full height. Usually the dark little princess hunched over
slightly, but now as she reached her full height Shining was fully aware of just now tall she was. Delicate
hands slid slowly across her notes and dice and reached full, plush hips, then grasped the hem of her t-shirt.

“Uh… Chryssy? Chrysalis?” Shining hazarded, his voice cracking.

“The succubus casts Greater Charm,” giggled the Oubliette Master. Her hands moved
languidly, sliding her shirt up inch by tantalizing inch to reveal first the green ridges
of her abdomen, and then the soft, inky swells of her breasts. “What do you do?”

The gobsmacked unicorn stared, transfixed, as the shirt completed its ascent. Chrysalis lost a bit of her
imperious affect as her breasts flopped free and bounced alluringly on her chest, their greenish points
standing out starkly on the black field of soft flesh. Insectile wings buzzed behind her with nervous
energy, betraying her emotions even as she grinned at her player. “Well, Thining? Roll for initiative~…”