Spy on another.

Aaralon was content with the scene shown to him.

But perhaps the shared bond between Aaralon and the imp poisoned his mind, leading him to want more. Aaralon recalled a girl he was fond of: Susan. A tall woman that obsessed with white, she always dyed her hair pure white every few months, and wore white skirts, dresses--everything. Aaralon snuck a peak at her every chance he had.

Tar'oth had been reading Aaralon's thoughts and had a visual image of the girl he--they wanted. Tar'oth left through the air vents and scavenged for Susan. She panned through each vent grid and finally found Susan's room; she entered.

Hovering many feet in the air she looked down; the carpet was a pale blue, but besides that everything furnishing Susan's room was white. Tar'oth had no liking to the color, but Aaralon hungered it.

To their dismay Tar'oth was only able to find a freshly-used dildo underneath Susan's bed. She was not in her room. Odd considering the curfew was in effect, and Susan had seemingly pure characteristics.

Tar'oth heard the sound of scampering feet and Tar'oth rushed out of view. Susan rushed into the room, dove under her bed and pulled out a small book,

"Damn! Here it is! I can't believe I left it here," she muttered.

She wore odd clothing, a form disguising white acolyte's robe. A long hood draped over her pale face and hair. If she were to jump out in the dark one would go pale at her ghastly sight.

She bolted out of the room again, slamming the door shut. Tar'oth struggled to keep up.

Susan stomped through the halls and up several floors, her wooden sandals making large clopping noises with each step on the stone stairs. She was heading to the library until she made a right into a closet. Unsure of what to do, Tar'oth hid behind a large plant and placed her ear against the wall. She waited there for a few minutes, trying to listen, but hearing nothing.

Aaralon persuaded her to open the door, with a long pole or something, so they could see what was going on. She did so, very carefully. Agonizingly the door creaked open from Tar'oth's vantage in the plant. She heard no movement or noise, so she inched closer. With one eye she looked into the room.

Nothing.

Tar'oth was now truly perplexed and walked into the closet, shutting the door behind her. Then she found it. Looking up she saw a hole with a ladder peeking out. Another secret would be uncovered, Tar'oth smacked her lips.

She jumped up and climbed up the ladder, which ended only 14 feet from where she had once stood. Light barely escaped through the door, and she could hear the sound of footsteps moving around the room above. Urged by Aaralon, she cracked the door open and peeked around.

A small room was adorned with many candles and a few opened books. Susan stood at the end of the small room, with 3 others. They chatted silently, all wore the white robes. The four turned about and sat around in a circle, cross legged with bare feet.

Susan removed her hood and talked audibly now.

"Alright, alright,"

"I'll go first, but don't expect me to do anything else tonight," she sighed.

Tar'oth immediately recognized what was going on, but didn't forward the surprise to Aaralon.

The circle spread out and Susan stood in the middle; she quietly undid the string constricting her robes and pulled them over her head, revealing the normal clothes she usually wore. Except they weren't the clothes she usually wore.... Aaralon was confused to see her in a white gi like uniform; with a sash and double breasted coat and thin long pants, both white.

The three other girls, their hoods still on, reached for books that laid on the floor, and began to read them aloud.

Incomprehensible words to Aaralon, but Tar'oth translated the ones she knew as she heard them. It made little sense to Aaralon regardless.

"Ish'nu dor dala my lord I need a rum'kish drath for mala," Susan chanted.

She unfastened the cloth pants and let them fall.

Aaralon took in her beauty, to his surprise she wore black panties underneath all the white, but her figure was stunning. Long thin legs with thick thighs and pelvis, her creamy skin contrasted the black around her pussy.

But this begged the next question for Aaralon; what was she doing?

Tar'oth was not concerned and eagerly masturbated to the girl's stunning figure.

The three girls chanted louder, they each lit a candle and placed it in their laps.

Susan began to rub her vagina through the fabric; she moaned and sighed in pleasure.

"Dor'dalla my lord! I need you to come and fill me!" Tar'oth made out.

As Susan masturbated Tar'oth noticed something next to her view.

A book. She knew what it was. A grimoire for summoning high class demons. She informed Aaralon and wondered if she should risk taking it.