Keyboard → Magical Portal

...if only there weren't so much... separation between us. If she weren't on the other side of the screen, communicating only through a 'keyboard,' but instead had some... 'magical portal' that would let her reach out and--

--oh, wonderful, excellent. The Prompt took that as an input, and now the screen flickers and twists as reality trembles with magic, frozen in the process by Prompt. My monitor's screen is glowing, melting, breaking down at the edges: as if it, itself, can barely handle the beauty of what's happening. It's like rather than looking at a recording of Sarah, I could just reach through and take her hand...

Ah, I want to squirm with anticipation. But am I worthy? I feel suddenly so shy, so **** and meek at the prospect. I'm just a man, after all. I wouldn't want to soil Sarah's allure by putting my ignorant, boorish figure next to her. By touching her with my big, ugly hands. She beckons all the same, but I don't feel worthy of touching her. I don't feel she desires my touch, merely my presence. My obedience.

What else would I... be good for...?

My head aches, and my temples throb, as I ponder the question.

(lesbian succubus x1.2, modest breasts, slut hair, long hair, nsfw shirt, sitting, vertical slit pupils x1.2, lanyard, magical portal x1.2, [magically turning students into demons x1.2])

[AN: The escalation is escalating to meet its demand for escalation. There's a lot of synergy going on right now, and being a succubus - specifically - Sarah has easily caught up with her alternative self's mind fuckery... and opening up a magical portal outright, it seems she's abandoned subtlety.]