Bet You Can't Seduce Me Without Magic

"Intriguing," Blaze ran a thumb along her jaw. "And on what stakes would you place this...bet?"

Lois Lane swallowed. "You'd have until dawn to seduce me. No magic. If I win, I and the other women go free. If you win..."

"...I will have you as my cockslave." The demon smiled. "I would enjoy that. Yet there must be one more little thing. You would refuse me, knowing all that you do now. So let us say: at the stroke of midnight I will remove my influence from you, and the others. So too, I will remove the memories of our bet...until the light of day strikes your eyes. I will come to you in human form, and we will see what happens."

The reporter glanced at the clock on her bedside table. 11:55. Dawn was at twenty minutes after six. All she had to do was keep her legs together until then.

"Deal," the reporter said. "But any use of magic outside of that...at all...and you forfeit."

"So be it," Blaze nodded. She wrapped her nakedness in her trench coat and walked back toward the door. Lois felt something...drain out of her...all the pain and discomfort in her gut melting away automatically. The aches and tiredness of the night went with it, and, perhaps surprisingly, the sexual heat that Blaze's very presence had stirred inside of her. "Prepare yourself Lois Lane!"

The door closed. Lois stood there naked for half a heartbeat...and then rushed the pen and pad of paper she kept in her bedside. The clock read 11:59. One minute to write some clue to her future self. What could she say?