Go on the hunt

As much as the women John's already collected intrigue me, I'm all too curious to see the process. There's a whole city out there, filled with women just ripe for the picking, ready to be viewed as mere objects, removed from their lives and taken home!

"You know what, John, take me away. Just remember - pull me out when something interesting's happening!"

John nods. "Uh, do you mind if I turn you into a watering can first? I was going to water the plants, and you're pretty conveniently at hand..."

I purse my lips. "Are you sure about watering your plants with a succubus's soul?"

"...On second thoughts, yeah. I'll just pocket you, then..."

It's no easy feat to transform a succubus, and my senses are naturally (well, supernaturally) too powerful to be sealed away by a mere transformation. Even still, John's transformation ability manages to deprive me of any sense of time while I'm in my inanimate form, leaving me to magically sense and digest the events about me without feeling those events pass in the slightest. A very curious sensation, almost impossible to describe - like a state of infinite concentration, of being nothing but absorbed. I could end it anytime, of course, but I have no need to when--

In the next blink of my eyes, I'm untransformed. Ah-ha...