Another reality

Putting down the tome, your ears twitch with some annoyance, this weird book you found was nothing that you had ever seen before, and had a vagueness to necromancy about it. Yet even under the tutelage of Sage Nancera in other languages of the outer realms, it seemed like total gibberish.

"Maybe I should bring it to her directly...?" you mumble as you close the tome and tuck it under your arm. From the scribing desk, you stood and walked to the library warden and check the book out, your robes flowing, and your pouch of materials clinking with the ingredients they contained.

Down the flights of stairs, you wave to the various other magical and non-magical mercenaries hoping to access the library for their missions across the world. Many you passed stared after you, admiring the mixed elven and human traits that melded together to create one of the most aesthetically pleasing eromancers to be in training in the entire province, if not the continent. Even as you left the great tower, you attracted all the eyes to you, and already there were many offering compliments and offers to bed you, but since you already spent so much time in the library already, you had to return to your mentor and could not afford any other distraction, as she was prone to have a temperament that could easily become foul.

In a space far away from prying eyes, you traced a sigil, using a little bit of the semen you collected from a centaur from a week ago. Reality tore open with the typical, lewd, squelch, showing the inside of your mentor's home. As you stepped inside, you used more of the semen to close it behind you.

"Doug?" your mentor called out from another room.

"Yes?" you call out, setting the book on the pedestal of several busty goblins writhing in pleasure. "I just came back from the library in Senry!"

There was a brief silence, then you continued:

"I found an odd book that I hoped you and Sage Nancera could help me understand!" you shouted as you stripped out of the robes, revealing the sheer silks that draped the right parts of your body, accenting the curves and the beauty beyond what he already had--important, considering that most of the magic he learned had something to so with arousal and lust.

"Really?" the voice of his mentor called back. "Well, just so you know, your mother had sent me a message while you were gone, sounds urgent."

Your pointed ears flicked as they usually did when you were curious, a trait your mother attributes to your father, him having been an elf. Curiosity was putting it lightly too, since your mother never really kept in contact with you, since you began your apprenticeship as an eromancer. It must've been important, if she managed to get it delivered to his mentor, so he sped up the stairs to see the message.