It is indeed, and you at last return to your normal body

Still dazed and mildly horny, you finally decide to draw your amorous escapades with Clémence to a close. The warrior, still lying prone on the labyrinth soil, moves little, worn out by the ordeal. Shallow puddles of creamy liquid pool at both ends of her body, the ultimate proof of your lasting bond. Perhaps, once you’re done with the others, you should consider starting a harem. This one would make quite the centrepiece, and the three of them together should make quite a team. A though for another day. Right now, you need to get back to the task at hand of bringing the others to heel. You’ve been occupied for a long time, long enough even for them to have been claimed by some hidden terror stalking the dark halls of your maze.

You teleport out of the imp’s consciousness with one last, longing glance at Clémence’s prostrate form. The gentle glow of the clearing light is gradually replaced by the harsher, if more familiar, tones of your inner chamber as you fade back into your human mind. You blink. As ever, the seeing stone you crafted with your own hands stands immutable in the centre, beckoning you into its murky waters. You take hold of it with excited fingers and a striking flash of jade breaks the nothingness on the glass. Moments later, new pictures start to coalesce. New hosts, and new victims.