Yes, of course.

You know full well that if you let her in while you are standing there in sexy heels, your nipples rock hard, visible through the cute dress, with no panties on, she is going to fuck the stuffing out of you. There is just no chance she doesn’t fuck all your holes with that glorious horse cock of hers.

“Sure, come on in.” You are grinning slightly as you speak.

A key clicks in the lock, the door opens, in she walks, as regal and powerful as she looked before, despite now wearing pirate style pants, boots, and a loose white blouse. She is carrying a tray of food that smells delicious and a pitcher of a dark liquid, likely ale or beer. “Hungry?” She asks as she walks towards the table. Her eyes finally catch sight of you and she drops the plate on the floor. “Shit. I dropped it.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “Oh I fucked up really bad. You are almost her twin. Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

“Who?”

“My ex wife. She died seven years ago. I influenced your true form into looking like her. Oh, I’ll go get the wizard, he’ll know how to fix this.”

“I look like your ex?”

“Nearly. She was an elf, and you seem to have become a tiefling, but you could easily be her, like, evil twin or something.” She drops down and starts scooping up the food back onto the metal plate. “I’ll get the wizard. I can fix this. This can’t be what you want. Unless?” She looks at you, “When I came for you, you asked me where the redhead was. Why?”