You seize the opportunity

You grab what you assume are your things, they have completely changed, yet are familiar, and scamper through the portal. The next room is essentially the same as the first you entered with 6 doors, but all the words are different. It reads, “A creature lies beyond each door, defeat it to continue.” Each door is marked: Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Patience, Kindness, Humility. Huh, so what now? The opposite of pride maybe? Naked and covered in hardening cum, you just want to get clean and put on some clothing. A new, or possibly altered spell forms in your mind, summon Nahla, it feels similar to the one that summons the maid, but different somehow.

You cast the spell and a 1’ tall version of yourself, down to the hairstyle, and even piercings, dressed in a beautiful nearly transparent blue silk top and skirt like what harem girls wear in the movies. She smiles and asks, “What do you require, master?”

“Okay, um, what can you do? What are you?”

She smiles, “I’m your homunculus silly, and I can do anything you require.”

“Um, I need a bath.”

“Right away.” She vanishes and reappears over and over, each time holding something new, a tub, multiple buckets of hot water, soap, and a very soft towel. “Shall I help you bathe?” She asks once it is all set up.

You climb in, the water is wonderfully warm, “How did you do that?”

She appears with a sponge, stands on the edge of the tub and starts scrubbing your shoulders, “Well, plane shifting, a bit of teleportation, scrying, and a lot of borrowing. I can bring you anything I can find and either borrow it or purchase it if you have coin to give me.” She is happily washing your hair, even producing a little pair of scissors and giving you a little trim.

“I gave you these…”. Your mind drifts somewhere else as you ask, the visage of a beautiful sexy woman’s face with gold flecks in her dark eyes, wild red hair framing her face. The name Xinivrae flows into your mind, you instantly know she is your patron, a demon lord, the wellspring that powers your magic. A form of magic that requires a physical connection, a gun to fire a blast, a mystical motorcycle to speed your travel. A servant to get you things, glasses to enhance your vision, potions to heal, and firecrackers to blast your enemies. Some call you a witch. The title seems accurate. The vision fades, you are all clean. You look up at the doors. “Any idea which one I should open?” You ask your little homunculus. Her name, Akashi, pops in your head, as does yours Cassia, it would seem you might not be the same person you were when you entered the dungeon, though you aren’t exactly sure how that is possible.