Complications

Lisa looked confused for a moment eyeing you with those eerie eyes, “It’s corrupting in the purist form. Inhibitions. Primal need. Lust. Exactly what you’d think. There’s something holding your power back but this....Project H? It’s making it easier to come forward at the cost of a bit of who you are. The power it is giving me....I won’t be able to handle it. I see a branching path and on one is my own destruction. You have given me both a blessing and the greatest curse....Jet Johnson.”

You were worried by her cryptic mystical talk but at least being a bit pervier isn’t the worst thing in the world. Looking down both ends of the hall you see nobody but hear the clattering of fingers on a keyboard down the hall in one of the rooms. You begin to think up some options but you are rudely interrupted by the teen’s melodic but low purr of a voice. “The branching path begins Mr. Johnson,” Lisa tastes the liquid that was on her toned abs before shaking.