Explanations are in order

The room went quiet. I couldn't quite process what I heard. Dawn had somehow figured out that Reba was a magical creature posing as my sister. I had no idea what was it that gave us away. Possibly we weren't convincing enough as actors, but I didn't see how anything that we had done could led her to believe that there was something unnatural with my servant. "She's not a demon." I timidly told her. "I think... Are you?" I turned my head to Reba, unsure what to believe.

"No!" She crossed her arms. "Honestly, I have no idea what you are talking about!" She yelled as she pointed to Dawn in an accusatory manner. She turned her finger towards me. "And you shouldn't listen to her! I have no reason to lie to you about who I am!"

"Except that you do." Dawn interrupted, leaving her seat. "You clearly are some kind of succubus. I heard how the two of you were fucking, hours ago. You weren't exactly subtle." She walked towards me. "What I don't understand just yet is how you invoked her, Michael. All that I've read about such rituals lead me to believe that they would cause a huge ruckus, but it was perfectly silent as she arrived to our world." She started clapping. "Honestly, that you found a way to do it before I could was impressive enough. But that you did it in such a way? I should be asking you to mentor me." She sat on top of me and planted a kiss on my lips. "I think you would enjoy it."

My brain was being overloaded and I feared it would turn off at this point. My beloved Miss Green had been trying to find ways to summon demons? And now that it seemed to her like I had managed to do that, she was coming on to me? I was getting a boner from her embrace, which meant that the bulge in my pants brushed up against her crotch. Her smile seemed to grow when she realized that, and I could feel myself dangerously close to passing out.

"I am not a demon and he didn't summon me!" Reba yelled once more, demanding our attention. She stomped towards us like she wanted to strangle Dawn. "I am the spirit bounded to the Reality Ring, and he became my Ringleader, the Ringmaster, when he found the ring and wore it! Got that?!"

I feared what Dawn's reaction might be, if she'd be terrified into leaving or if she'd angrily declare that I was a fraud. However, neither happened. Her eyes widened and her mouth went agape, but she looked to me with even more admiration than before. "The Reality Ring is real? And you hold it?" She hugged my face tightly against her bosom. "Michael, you're even more amazing than what I thought possible."

I spend a lovely time being hugged in such a way. Sadly, it didn't last forever. Dawn quickly left me behind to give my not-demon not-sister her love. It was a lovely graphic scene, though. Dawn slid her hands under Reba's shorts, my white haired beauty being too confused to anything but grope her breasts. As tempting as it would have been to just watch the ass massages and the tit squeezing from my privileged position, some questions needed to be asked.

"Stop fucking!" I ordered. "Would you please explain to us how you even knew about the ring?" I implored the brunette. "I can't even understand the whole thing about demons and why you thought Reba's one of them, but at least demons are not a secret magical piece of jewelry that I just learnt about today!"

"Reba?" Dawn paused, just as her breast was freed from the hold of that woman. "Is that really her name? I thought that she was called Regina."

"It's a long story." The boob grabber said as she resigned herself to back away. "After sex, names is the stuff I've had the most off. Technically, I am and I am not Regina right now. Michael made a wish and- meh, he will probably tell you about that stuff later. But he's right, you first need to fill us in on a lot of stuff."

Dawn nodded, and both ladies went back to their seats. I couldn't properly judge if this dinner had gotten more awkward than when it started or less so. "Well, as you two already know, I'm a librarian. What you don't know is that it was horror books that first inspired a love for reading in me. I've been transfixed by the supernatural since I can remember, and I could never shake off the feeling that there was something more to the world than what we see. Because of that, I've read thousands of books related to the possibility such things do exist. And tried to replicate the safer sounding experiments myself." She played with her hair. "Sure, I often felt quite silly while doing it, but what price is looking ridiculous where there might be a prize of great power on the other end."

"Did one of them involve a virgin sacrifice? Is that why you befriended Michael?" Reba asked, to which I responded by rolling up a napkin and throwing it at her.

"I would never kill another person." Dawn clarified. "An animal? Yes. And I might even ask someone for a generous donation of their blood if they're willing to help me. But I wouldn't kill a being with a mind." She rolled her eyes. "I just thought it's cute that a younger man fancies me." She laughed at my surprised gasp. "Mickey, please, I can read you like a book. It was a pure question of me being ashamed of the age gap that made me refrain from making the first move. But now that you have the Reality Ring, I'd say that the power dynamics between us have been balanced." She winked at me, making me blush.

"That's another thing, how did you know about the ring?" Bless you Reba. I wanted to know too, but my heart is beating too fast for me to speak.

"There are a couple of books that talk about it. You might not have had a Ringmaster so far capable of ambitious enough to conquer the world or make you the center figure of a religion, but many of them were important enough to their societies for their letters and diaries to be tracked and preserved." She took a sip from her glass. "People can make a connection when multiple figures across history talk of a specific object with powers that discriminate for the gender of the victim, and whose 'guardian' has an unchanging name in addition to a sea of regional temporal variations for 'slut'." She glared at me. "So, why is Regina now called Reba?"

I was sweating a waterfall, but before I could talk, I heard someone say "Switch!". After a quick flash of light, Dina was with us, in all of her half naked glory. "My master and I agreed that it would be better to do something new. He has a very specific idea of what his 'ideal woman' would look and behave like. So, Regina is now two. Reba is her playful side and her natural form, while I, Dina, am the MILF of his dreams."

"Is that so?" She bit her underlip. "Well then, I don't doubt that you had a superior amount of experience having sex than I do. I'm afraid I've only had a few sexual encounters in my life. However, I am an expert with this boy and getting reactions out of him. What do you say, I give you a class in the topic, and you agree to let me share your master? It would make me happy to be his follower." She took a peek at her empty plate. "If it's not asking too much, I will also request the rest of the servings of the food your counterpart made. It's simply too delicious for me to not stuff my face with it."

Dina liked the sound of that. "We are very generous people around here, Miss Green. I am sure that my master would have no problem with providing you with all that you asked for, if you are truly willing to teach me something so important as your techniques"