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You open your eyes to find yourself sprawled on the floor, quite naked and quite uninjured. Your first thought is of Elia, also naked for some reason. Her wild brown hair only barely covers her lovely breasts, and the hair in her bush glistens with moisture leaking from within – and then the real Elia calls out your name, everything in her voice contrary to the image in your head. She sounds out of breath, as if she’s been calling repeatedly already, and that she hasn’t moved since suggests some incapacitating hurt. In spite of yourself, you are quite frustrated that your next interaction with her will necessarily be quite platonic.

You are an Incubus (or Succubus) Human.

Roll one die. Divide the result by two. In addition to restoring your PROWESS score to its initial human value, add the remainder. This is your new initial PROWESS score.

Repeat step 1 for your VITALS score.

Restore your LUCK to its initial value, but do not exceed it.

Roll one die. Divide the total by two, rounding downwards. This is the number of times you can afford to avoid a sexual encounter when the opportunity arises before you die from starvation.

You rise from the ground and look around for your clothes, not that you particularly want to wear them. You’re almost satisfied to see, in the pale light of the twin moons, the shadows of your attire torn up into unwearable rags. You also see the misshapen body of the dead Incubus, whose dying attempt to steal your soul you mostly thwarted. You try to picture what a female would look like, even try to picture Elia as a Succubus. It looks somewhat appealing, but you can’t help feel the red skin and the muscles, and the horns would spoil what she has already. You don’t like the idea of her in the same posture as the beast’s tail and massive upper body **** it to stand.

You look at yourself, and realize you yourself have a similar body to that of the monster you killed. You put yourself in Elia’s place, looking at you. She hasn’t a trace of the demon in her. You must look positively hideous to her. The thought prompts a transformation, and before you know it, you are back in the normal shape you were as Mortimer Halfheart. Pleased, you fumble around for a door to the garden.

Turn to 24.