Jen

It made sense to go for Jen. She was likely to be in her room. Once Jen and her room was secured Tar'oth-Anne planned to move on Libby. That would give Ryllia control of the entire corridor and that would be useful.

Anne was both pleased and displeased wit her body. She looked good as a human and for the most part she would pass as human. The leather band on her back where her wings should have been was all but unnoticeable. Her fur covered legs would have to be covered up. Tar'oth paused to reflect on her pet theory; humans were so conservative because they had to wrap up harm, they were used to covering their sex, no wonder they were so boring. Tar'oth-Anne rummaged around through Anne's wardrobe and settled on a pair of baggy but silky trousers. They would do. She found a saffron top which matched, a top which left her mid-drift exposed. Ah yes; the Arabian style, Tar'oth had fond memories of working briefly for a tyrant for Cathy. He used her to whisper seductions to his rivals' wives and tempt them into sleeping with their own sons, guards or even hunting dogs. Shame she had had to kill him.

It also made sense to try the soft-softly approach first. She should be able to talk her way into Jen's quarters and take it from there. Besides, she could summon the Naurin Aaralon with a power word. That would probably inspire Ryllia to investigate the scene too, though. The Naurin was a dangerous creature too. Tar'oth had no desire to loose control of it. She allowed herself a grin and squeezed her large breasts. Well, she thought, it would be no fun to loose control of the Naurin in the long term but she wouldn't mind being fucked by the ****-driven creature for a day or two.

Tar'oth-Anne shook her head clear of fantasies, checked her clothes and disguise once more and stepped out of her small apartment.

Jen's door was just there. Tar'oth-Anne wandered casually down the corridor and wrapped gently on the closed door; "Hello?" She loved the sound of Anne's polite voice.

"Oh, Anne, hi!" Jen answered with a smile, opening her door widely. She was pretty. Curly red hair, a little short but with a lovely hour glass shape.

"How you doing?" Tar'oth-Anne made small talk.

Jen seemed pleased to see Anne, "I'm great. Tough day in the library though. I heard a rumour that one of the demonology books had been stolen! Can you imagine that! Who would be foolish enough to mess around with that!"

The Tar'oth soul inside Anne suppressed a chuckle.

"Come on in," said Jen, "I'll make you an oil berry tea."