See what Monaa has been up to.

A few hours earlier Monaa had just left Sarah's bedroom after tampering with the warlock's grimoire. Her pussy quivered at the thought of the warlock waking up later and using the summoning spell again. She made sure to connect the summon to her master's arcane prison. The warlock's magic wouldn't be powerful enough to release her master. Far from it. But she knew that many of the lesser creatures imprisoned alongside the eldritch terror could use the connection to travel through, if only for a short time.

As joyful as it would have been to see the bitchy warlock reduced to a trembling mess, her body and mind broken beyond repair, Monaa had work to do. Her master needed a lot of mana to attempt a breakout of the prison. To get this mana, Monaa needed to bring more women under its influence. Corrupt them and make them willingly sign over their old selves so he could remake them to be better. Just as had happened to her.

She considered. Three of her companions were out and about somewhere in the temple. Melinae, the party's ranger and tracker, was exploring the temple grounds for interesting stuff. Lynnyssea, the party's leader and healer went to talk to the priestesses. And the blonde paladin, Lirra, who served as the group's frontline fighter and protector, was somewhere in the temple's hot baths. Monaa considered which of her companions she would seek out first.

Both Melinae and Lirra would most likely be alone, making them easier targets. Lynnyssea was a risk. She was probably with the priestesses and Monaa had no idea whether they were on her side or not. She knew some in the temple were on her side, or at least open to joining it. The small puddle of pussy juice outside her room was evidence of that. But since she had no idea which of the women in the temple complex had satisfied her urges as Monaa was transforming, approaching any of them would be a risk.

Monaa was considering this as she approached the central room of the temple. Water was still cascading down the hole in the ceiling, through the statue of the naked Night Elf and into the pool below, as the storm outside had clearly not subsided yet. She sat on the edge of the pool in the centre of the room, looking at the lilies floating on the water. The mage picked one up in her hands, staring at it for a moment. The flower was closed. It's beautiful white and pink petals reminded her of herself mere hours ago. Just living it's life, floating along with the current of the water. No say of where it ended up. No control.

Monaa had changed. She was diffeent now. More powerful. In control. She stroked the petals with her index finger. As she did this, a delightful thought popped into her head. She funneled a small amount of mana into her finger and poured it into the flower. It slowly started to open up, changing colours from the radiant white and pink into a seductive purple. Monaa smiled. With her new powers she could make everything more beautiful. Everyone.

She smelled the purple flower. It's scent was intoxicating. Sweet and addictive. And suprisingly arousing. Given the nature of her newfound powers, that last part didn't suprise her one bit. She slowly put the water lily back in the pond, knowing that it's roots would spread. It might take some time, but Monaa was convinced the entire pool would soon be filled with purple flowers. Monaa bit her lip and stood back up. She had made up her mind.