Honey, I need something to dress

As Aaralon recollected his senses and shallowed his breath he was well aware of the succubus' scrutinizing glances. She was up to something. Straightening his clothes he looked at her. "So, where will we start?"

Pursha warped her lips to a thoughtful smile, her luscious lips ever so prominent. Her gently curved eyebrows knit just above her perfect nose. Her looks were wicked and scheming. "First I need you to do something very trivial, actually... Get me some clothes, sweetheart."

Aaralon frowned. "Can't you just conjure some? You wore that... uhm... transparent nothing when I summoned you. Where has it gone?"

Pursha playfully threw her hands in the air. "Went 'poof', honey!" she sang girlishly. At that she stretched so that her bare tits raised even higher. Aaralon couldn't help but feel a stir in his pants.

"Okay, I see your point. For sure you can't leave this room like... that" he stated more tartly than he wanted. He didn't want Pursha to realize how much she could affect him with just a slight, teasing motion. "Still, I don't understand why..."

Brusquely she cut him off. "Don't ask, just do it."

"Yes, yes. I'll do it. Anything else?"

"Yes, be quick, sweetheart" Again that wicked smile. "We've got other stuff to attend to."

Aaralon nodded and turned towards the door. He was just about to leave the room when the succubus interrupted him once again. "Aaralon..." He turned around, and stumbled back. All of sudden her posture was changed from playful to sinister, from tease to tormentor. Nightsky threads of thin mist seemed to cloud her dark face. Her black hair wavered around her like a dark crown of damnation. How did she do that? But most disconcerting were those ebon eyes.

"Aaralon, don't even think of turning on me. Even though we've struck a deal, you'll be tempted to cancel our, ah, relationship. I know you humans: Dealing with a demon witch tends to unsettle you, wonder whether you should heed that voice in your mind that says 'she's a demon, she's evil, she must be destroyed'. Oh, I know your thinking very well. And that's why I make only one promise to you... The moment I sense any change of the magic harmonics around me, I'll sent all my thoughts as a sharp, deadly arrow at your girl, Winna. In case you haven't noticed by now, she actually has some inherent magic abilites. Therefore she'll be very receptive to such a psionic attack... and utterly defenseless as untrained as she is. Is that understood?"

"Yes, it is understood" he replied.

"Good. Now hurry up, my little sorcerer."

Aaralon left. Glad as he was of finally having escaped those dangerous eyes, he was fuming. Why in the name of all grand wizards had he made that summoning? Damned curiosity, he had been such an idiot. And Winna... Anyway, they had struck a deal and somehow he knew it could have been much worse. In the end, he really might gain a lot. But until then he just had to deal with that demoness and play along with her plans. Clothes, the bitch needed clothes. It seemed so trivial but for strange reasons it unnerved him. She could just summon some, couldn't she? Maybe she didn't want to risk disturbing the college's arcane lattice of spells. That would make sense. On the other hand, he had witnessed minor summoning of items performed by the school's instructors many times. They didn't seem to bother about any boundaries. Riddles over riddles. Then another idea struck him. Maybe this was just a test. Maybe she had given him this simple task to see whether she could trust him. He grimaced as he paced through the halls of the gradually awakening wizard school.

Clothes. Well, if she wanted some he'd find her some.