Encourage Sarah to sleep and creep into the room.

Monaa waits a few minutes for Sarah to relax, careful to remain quiet. When she is satisfied that Sarah is in a more relaxed state, she begins to enact her plan. First she casts a simple sleep spell to make sure the pretty warlock can't interfere. She weaves her fingers and speaks. Words in a language she didn't know before escape her lips. For a moment she thinks it strange, but quickly realises that her master has not only changed her body and mind, but also her magic. 'I'll have to be careful to disguise that in the future,' Monaa thinks to herself.

She continues the soft chanting, hoping the warlock won't notice the soft whispers coming from the door. When the spell nears completion, Monaa puts her mouth to the keyhole. A thin, black-purple vapor emerges from her insides and billows into the room. Slowly but surely, the room starts to fill with the sleep-inducing miasma. Monaa put her ear to the keyhole, listening carefully.

Sarah's breathing quickens for a moment, before stopping completely. After a short while she hears the breathing resume, this time in a much slower rhythm. 'Succes!' Monaa praises herself in her thoughts, eager for what is to come next. She attempts to open the door, but it appears Sarah has locked it in an attempt to keep her ritualistic magic secret and undisturbed. In the past this might have been a major obstacle for the mage, but not anymore.

She puts her finger to the lock, the glamour on her hand momentarily disappearing as her fingers become slightly longer. Her nails become thin and claw-like and with a little bit of poking around, Monaa easily bypasses the lock's defenses. Her hand returns to normal as she slowly and soundlessly pushes the door open, before quickly stepping inside and closing it behind her.

First she moves to the body of her sleeping companion, listening careful for any changes in breathing that might indicate her waking up. Satisfied the warlock is properly asleep, Monaa puts her hand on Sarah's forehead. "Let's make sure you dream of something nice while I work, shall we?" Monaa grins wickedly as she channels a small amount of magic into the warlock's forehead. Monaa closes her eyes, scanning through Sarah's innermost fantasies.

"Oh yess..." Monaa groans as she clenches her thighs, her pussy quivering in anticipation. "This one will do. Who would have thought you harboured such delightful fantasies. For someone so judgmental of others, you have a few fucked up thoughts in that pretty little head of yours too." Monaa pulls her hand back and scans the room, her eyes falling on the grimoire on the table.