Sure, might as well.

You pull the door open and reveal the owner of the voice. She must be a demon, you decide instantly. She stands on thigh high black leather boots with thick 5” heels and stylized shiny silver talons over her toes. Similar clawed gloves adorn her hands and a long bundled whip is in her right hand. Other than that she is naked. She stands at least a foot taller than you and she has two glossy black horns rising maybe six inches sprouting from her forehead just below her hair line. Her hair is pulled into a jet black ponytail that rises three inches on top of her head before falling down her back. Her body is so clearly strong and her skin is deep red darkening to nearly black where you would expect color, such as her lips and nipples. Her breasts are majestic DD’s that stand proudly on her chest. Then there is the rather male addition, she has a cock that others would envy, or be afraid of, it is at least a foot long and the black head is wide, more like a plug than a cock head. “A I see he has a new harem boy, how nice. I hope you love ass fucking because that’s all your next year or so holds.”

“Year?” You ask, hand rising to cover your mouth in shock, “I can’t stay here a year.”

“Oh don’t worry time passes quickly here, a year is only a few days on the prime. So can I come in?” She asks resting her hand on the frame of the door.

“Who are you?” You ask.

“Ah, ah, aah, you first. What’s your name?”