Back to Your Own Body... creepy shadow thing

You do your best to persuade the strange apparition back to Nealie's prone body, and silently hope that it is actually Nealie's soul, or something close enough to that. Curiously it seems to want to follow you more than return to its own body, but that works to your favor and you trick it into clawing its way across the blonde's lovely sleeping form. It sinks into her with a full weary sigh.

Nealie slowly sits up, and rubs her eyes. She looks around the room, and spies the ashy pile where the demoness once stood. "Lady Isyphenia... is dead?" she gasps, and holds her gloved hands to her lips. "I... I said mistresses name." She staggers to her feet. "No... Not mistress! That ... that bitch! I'm free of her. She's gone at last!" She looks around desperately, and her eyes fall on you. "Arvilla! I knew you would save me!" She throws her arms around you dramatically, causing you to stumble backwards, then surprisingly plants a deep kiss on your lips. You're drawn in by the moment, and simply wrap your arms around her in response.

Even if you're not who she thinks you are, there's nothing wrong with a little celebration right? Nealie seems to agree as she coos "It's been so long since I've felt so... so alive! so free!" With laughter on her lips, she grasps your hands, and tugs you to a room adjacent to the grand hall. You only manage to survey the surroundings briefly. The colors are black and lavender. The furniture is puzzling and features large round beds at sitting height with multiple fainting couches. Before you can look any longer, Nealie pushes you onto one such couch forcefully, and gazes down at you with a predatory grin. She titters as she straddles you and then pushes you the rest of the way down, so that your back is resting on the couch.

"Its been too long since I've been able to enjoy myself." She purrs.

With a smirk, you now realize exactly what this room is for, and exactly what's going to happen... But do you really want to have sex with this woman? After all, she still thinks you're someone you're not, and you're not exactly used to this waifish female body...