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The initial stage of the ritual was almost a let down. Cal stood within a large, intricate pentagram, her hands gripping the cold metal struts on the side of the onyx ball. It was heavier than expected, but no problem for the muscular martial artist. She planted her feet, ready for anything, but all that happened was a long string of gibberish magic words and then... nothing. Noticing her disappointment, the Professor commented, "The spell of release is typically the quickest part of this procedure. Now we simply wait for the bonding enchantments to take effect, and as long as you stay inside the pentagram, both hands on the artifact - success! That sphere will become a useless lump of obsidian, while my laboratory will host a new intangible servant. Simple!" She beamed, pleased with herself, but then paused, thinking.

"This is, of course, assuming that this Daemonic sphere has not been tampered with in some way. You see, sometimes nefarious malefactors will place magical 'booby traps' on Daemonic prisons as something of a cruel joke. It's actually extremely common. Perhaps I should have checked for meddling, on second thought... but really, in all probability it is safe."

Cal, eyes on the orb in her hands, asked her what the booby traps generally consist of. The Professor replied offhandedly, "Well, often they allow a sliver of the Daemon's power to emerge, which will then try to stop the ritual by any means to free the spirit as a whole. But seeing as we are dealing with a Lesser Daemon of Curiosity, it would simply explore the world around it, so there really is very little danger even in that scenario. Now, if instead that little ball hosted an Archdaemon of Lust, for example - well, you'd never be able to look at an octopus the same way again."

Cal's attention had quickly drifted away from the elf's monologue, as she thought she had felt - no, she must have imagined it. Wait, there is was again! "Excuse me, Professor. I am sure I just felt something brush past my leg. Did you see anything? Can you... magically scan the room or some such thing?" Rolling her eyes at the suggestion of a magical scan, the Professor carefully checked every inch of Cal, lingering here and there, taking everything in. Shrugging after she was done, the elf muttered something about a paranoiac side effect and went back to writing her spidery notes.

Refusing to accept that it was her imagination, the martial artist stayed moving, trying see as much of the area around her as she could. She was sure she felt something run along the top of her thigh. Then it happened; unmistakably, the feeling of a hand lightly passing over her breast. "Professor! Professor, I must insist. I felt exactly as though a hand brushed my - my upper body. But I cannot see anything... can you?" The Professor sighed without looking up from her papers, and asked if it felt as though it touched her skin or her clothes. When Cal replied that it could have been skin-to-skin contact, the Professor looked right into her golden eyes and said, "You had better show me the skin in question then. Or how would I be able to see anything?"

Her logic was unassailable. Cal sighed inwardly, but remembered that there was a possible Daemonic attack underway and that this woman was, seemingly, an expert in the field and her only assistance. Shrugging her robes down off her shoulders, she revealed a tight, athletic bra, which she slowly, hesitatingly, lowered. She could feel the elf's hungry eyes on her as the top of her nipples started to poke out from their covering, when suddenly her bra was yanked down by an invisible ****. Cal and the Professor watched in shocked silence as the monk's nicely sized breasts were pulled and squeezed, clearly being groped by at least two invisible hands. Finally able to move again, Cal tried to shift her chest away, but escape was impossible - the hands were clearly free to do whatever they wanted, as one weighed a perfect tit and the other lightly pulled on a nipple.

Swinging the obsidian orb through the air, Cal attempted to swat the hands away, or at least cover her chest. A slight blush crept up her cheeks... "I thought you said it was in all probability safe?!" The elf tutted, writing faster and faster. "It is in all probability safe. They're not hurting you, are they?" The monk tried to focus on the academic's words, and ignore the feeling of the third hand rubbing her thick inner thigh, and the fourth trying to squeeze down the back of her shorts. "It's a being of curiosity, remember. It's just curious, it means nothing by it." Cal clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, as the third hand got higher and higher. "Merely suffer through this for an hour, perhaps two, and the spirit will be safely sealed away!"

Even Cal could not control her emotions at that. "A fucking HOUR OR TWO?! Is there - (hmm, oh) - is there nothing you can do to - to help me fight it off?"

The elf's eyes seemed to shine with an inner light. "Nothing at all, I'm afraid. Perhaps you should... meditate?"