Keyboard → Pitchfork

I feel... smoky. Like indulging in this innocent role-play and helping Sarah improve her costume is... Well, it's arousing. It's got my feeling hot. Taut. Tight inside my own skin. I want to squirm in place and just touch. I want her to touch me. But that's later. Later! First I need to make my teacher the sexiest 'succubus' the world's ever seen. Because that's what a good student is for, elevating her teacher and helping her advertise herself right?

So the Demon look needs a little more. Maybe... Yeah. It's a bit silly, but let's trade her 'Keyboard' for a 'Pitchfork' and—

That's not a pitchfork. Ha, oh. Oh.

It's sunset outside. The amber light frames Sarah beautifully. Her wings are a little smaller, but that's fine because Sarah herself is on fire in that outfit. Heh. Outfit. She's, she's basically wearing a pair of ribbons bound to something around her groin and barely covering her nipples. Mostly. Her ears are angled perfectly, her expression is on point and I am so, so glad my teacher is so fucking open with her body.

Why am I in the online course again? I should be with her in person, so we can—

—Ah! My migraine is back with a vengeance. Something... something feels off. Strange. Weird. I can't even rub my nose, or push the hair out of my eyes. Every hair on my body is erect, and it feels gross to even phrase it that way. My outsides want in, and the ins want out, and I can't do anything about it.

...can't I?

([lesbian succubus x1.3], modest breasts, slut hair, long hair, nsfw shirt, sitting, vertical slit pupils x1.25, lanyard, pitchfork x1.25, [magically turning students into demonesses x1.3])

[AN: It's her slingkini. The slingkini is what the AI believes is the pitchfork. She's wearing a 'pitchfork.' ]