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Down the hall, the Master Suite remains cool and dim. Cherie is still on the bed, her body limp and sated, the glass dildo resting on the silk sheets beside her. She is drifting in the afterglow of the supernatural climax you provided, her mind a hazy blur of Lisa’s lips and your violet shadow.

The Aura of the House is working on her, smoothing over the jagged edges of her guilt. She looks at her wedding ring, but instead of a weight, it feels like a prop—part of a costume she wears for a man who doesn't truly see her.

You drift, feeling the increase in your own power. The house is no longer just a place you haunt; it is a body you inhabit, and these people are the cells within it. You sense Tyler’s singular focus and Cherie’s deepening corruption. The aura you project now seems to permeate the entire house.

You think about Tyler's date. You realize that as your Essence has grown, the property lines are no longer a hard boundary. If you wanted to... you could hitch a ride. You could sink into Tyler’s or Cherie’s mind before they leave, riding their subconscious like a passenger, whispering suggestions directly into their ear as they move through the world of the living.