"You know I'm an evil demon."

“So,” says Arabella, a little sulky. “There’s your book back. Happy?”

“Very much so, Arabella.” The three of you, all fully clothed, are sitting out the front of a little seafood restaurant, watching fishing boats come and go in the harbour as the sun sets over the ocean. Dinner was delicious. The Key Of Sheba, a surprisingly slender black leatherbound tome, sits on the table in front of you. “Don’t worry. You’re a resilient girl. I’m sure you’ll find a way to get your power back in no time.”

“Why can’t we punish her, again?” asks Meg.

“She agreed to give me the book on condition that I wouldn’t play any more pranks on her. It’s only fair.”

“She deserves worse.”

“I agree, but we don’t always get everything we want out of life.” You feed her a spoonful of creme caramel. Arabella folds her arms and scowls at both of you.

“I admit,” she says, “it was nice to see you again, Sitri. Despite everything. And next time, I’ll be ready for you.”

“Why weren’t you ready this time? You know I’m an evil demon whose sole purpose in life is to strip and embarrass women.”

“I… shut up. Anyway, I have a lot of books to read if I’m going to work out how to get my magic powers back up to full strength again.” Her eyes narrow as she looks at Meg. “And come for revenge. So I’m going to call it a night.”

“Lovely to see you too, Arabella.” An unmarked white van has just pulled up in the street behind her. “Oh, but there’s one more thing I forgot to tell you.”

“Yes?” The door to the unmarked white van slides open. Out steps Prudence, witch hunter, dressed as a nun. Clearly, she’s been freed from whatever supernatural influence Arabella had her enslaved by. Also, clearly, Arabella has completely forgotten about her.

“Actually, I’m not sure I should tell you this. It’s sort of a secret. A really big one.”

“Oh, come on, Sitri. You know I can be trusted.” Three more nuns, all powerfully built, have stepped out of the van behind Prudence. They’re holding bondage ropes, and a scratchy-looking hessian sack.

“I really, really shouldn’t share it.”

“Damn it, Sitri. You’re always like this! Just spill the beans already, you…. MMMFFFF!”