Surely, but let's check on our impish Denise.

Body Alterations, Mental Fixations, and even Possessive Summonings were just some of the spells within the book. But almost everything fixates on clothing as a medium! Denise thought to herself, frustrated at the limitation even though she barely explored the book so far. She leaned back a little on the bed and looked away from the book, surveying the work Adam's mom had been doing to his room.

Adam's room was in a state of flux. His posters had all been taken down and the walls were largely covered in a fresh coat of pink paint. A box of his models for both RPGs and wargames, stuffed into his closet. The few posters that had not been taken down with the rest of his things appeared to be only the most... provocative ones he had. Denise had unfurled one to see a familiar anime poster of anime girl mecha pilots in skin-tight bodysuits, in addition to the more... suggested posters of the bands Adam and Denise were fans of.

Outside of the room were packages of replacements for the bed's sheets, a fine cover, and even drapes all pink or red and quite extravagant looking. Adam's mom was going all out in remaking Adam's room into a perfect room for Aida instead. Denise didn't fully understand the limits of what the succubus had done to her, but clearly Adam's mom was obsessed with getting the room styled for Aida. Denise couldn't help but think how provocative this room would be, how inviting Aida's bed would be to anyone who sought to please her.

Denise couldn't help but imagine Aida on those sheets... nude under soft light... skin glistening as Aida moaned while Denise... or Cory... or anyone else that would worship Aida brought her untold pleasures. Aida would let out a soft cry as she wiggled on the top of her covers while the worthy brought her the boundless and perverse pleasures that Aida so rightly deserved. Denise would always be around to make sure Aida was treated to the very best.

Denise barely registered her hands slipping between her legs, the book sliding unnoticed onto the bare bed next to her. Her hands, the devious little things, were pulling down the zipper on her pants as her breathing hitched before a moan escaped.

This room... Aida's room... would be the site of so much of Aida's bliss in the future. Denise's hands pushed through the zipper, pressing the fabric of her panties into her folds, her thoughts awash in fantasies of what would be done her to her Aida. Denise wanted to be there for all of it, to see Aida awash with untold pleasures but never broken, for everything to be done for Aida's benefit.

Aida deserved only the best. The best pleasure, the best lovers, the best foreplay, the best deeds, and the best training.

Denise let out a groan as her fingers desperately frigged herself, pushing the fabric of her soaked panties into herself, at the idea of training 'Never-made-a-move Adam' on how to properly be Aida, hawt and cewt, ready to be pleasured regardless of what she would say. Adam would resist but... Denise would make sure his boundaries were always pushed further... after all, as far as she could remember she had dreamed of corrupting him... using his **** and shaping it into a thrill for forbidden lusts. Yes, she always wanted to do that...

Denise gasps as she came hard onto the bed, her jeans soaked, and her arousal soaking into the bare uncovered mattress. She collapsed onto her back on the mattress, breathing deeply as she untangled herself from her fantasies, pulling her hand out of the sodden pants. Denise didn't notice at first as the skin on her hands started to blush, a reddish tint growing around them until she caught her breath and lifted herself off the bed.

“W-what?” She said as she looked at her hands. They felt... tender, sensitive, yet full of energy.

Full of her magic.

“I could...”

She suddenly sensed Aida's mom coming up the stairs. She hesitated for a moment before quickly grasping the book, Denise entertained the idea of using that magic but... she didn't really know what she was doing yet. Better to resist her impulse to use it haphazardly, as much as she really, really wanted to. She bit her lip as the door creaked open. The book felt oddly warm and inviting to Denise as she held on to it, as though reacting to the magic in her hands and inviting her to spend it on a spell.