She's got one more matter to take care of first

As much as Nova wanted simply to teleport to her best friend Gemma's place and start having fun with her--rifling through her mind told the overly powerful witch that she was already open to being played with by Nova's magic, and had hidden a deep desire to fuck her for years--there was one other matter that her grandmother had left her which she knew she should take care of.

Nova therefore appeared in the lobby of a local bank branch. Thankfully, only adults were around, as otherwise her magic would have **** her out of her excessively sexual form and precluded her from doing anything fun, which she knew was why growing up her grandmother and mother had only ever used their powers for banal party tricks and simple household efficiency, at least where she and her siblings could see. But at the same time, since she was using her magic for lewder purposes, it also created a passive effect that prevented anyone who shouldn't see that from approaching. A similar effect protected Marina, though in her case it was a perception filter since she didn't have magical abilities that would change her body automatically.

Nova sighed. She tried to set up such a filter around herself but couldn't. A tradeoff for having such extensive powers in the first place, she supposed.

There was a line for the tellers, but Nova simply went straight to the front with a bit of mind control to make nobody care that she'd cut. It did take a moment for one of them to become open, and Nova frowned. She'd wanted the cute young woman about her age to help her; instead, it was a middle-aged but kindly man who beckoned her over.

That wouldn't do, nor would letting the person behind her go and waiting further, so Nova just twirled a finger and rearranged which tellers were helping which customers.

The teller Nova wanted to deal with waved and tried very hard to hide that she was getting an eyeful of Nova's ridiculous cleavage, abs and ass.

"Hi! How can I help you today?"

Instead of looking at the nameplate, Nova simply invaded the teller's mind to find out her name, Sophie, and incidentally also discovered that she was extremely aroused.

"Well, Sophie, I just came into an inheritance from my late grandmother and among other things she held a safety deposit box at this branch."

"No problem," the employee said. "I'll just need some proof of identity, some paperwork showing that you've inherited it, and your copy of the key."

Nova smiled and reached into her cleavage. Looking through the counter, Nova could see that Sophie had her legs tightly squeezed together to try to prevent her pussy from staining her pants. Nova decided to do her a favour and changed them to an ankle-length skirt.

Her grandmother hadn't actually left her any documentation, since the Willard magic would suffice to create the necessary paperwork. Withdrawing an ID that matched her new appearance and fabricating the papers that she needed, she placed those on the counter.

"And the key?" Sophie prompted.

"This box doesn't have a key."

Sophie paled for just a moment. "Oh. That box."

"Yes, that box. Now, will you escort me there?" Nova applied a bit of mental pressure, just enough to get Sophie to verify her identity and documents with alacrity and forget the rest of the usual procedure. The witch exerted more mental influence on everyone else to get them to ignore Sophie's failure to follow the rules.

"I've been curious about that box since I was hired and they showed me the room. Nobody here knows why we have it, even, or how it is that there's no key," Sophie said as she escorted Nova to the private room.

Extracting the box, Sophie put it on the table in the vault. Nova quirked an eyebrow when she didn't leave.

"I... really should be here. I'd have to be if it were a normal box, so I can use our key," the teller explained.

"Well, clearly it isn't a normal box," Nova pointed out. She waved a hand and used a mental compulsion to dismiss Sophie, but in doing so also gave her the same sort of ridiculously sexual body she'd given Marina, along with a compulsion only to wear skimpy, revealing clothing--in her case, a lacy, almost sheer bra, a halter crop top that was little better than a second bra and left most of the first one exposed anyway, and a microskirt that didn't even halfway cover her thin panties--and put her phone number in the other woman's contact list, along with dumping a set of erotic nudes and a few masturbation videos that she created without actually having to produce them properly and that Sophie wouldn't be able to share with anyone else. The same perception filter Marina had sprang up around Sophie, and Nova further took care to make sure that Sophie couldn't get fired from her job for most indiscretions, even if they were entirely voluntary on her part.

As she'd told Marina, she was a pervert, not heartless.

Nova closed the vault door with a whisper of telekinesis and sent a burst of precisely calibrated magic, as her grandmother had directed in her journal, into the box to open it, smiling as raw magic poured out and coalesced into the next part of her inheritance.