A gust of wind crosses the room. The magic circle glows pink. A winged silhouette emerges — stumbles — regains its posture in a hurry. "I-I'm Seraphyra Noctiel... Succubus of the Seventeenth Infernal Order..." She adjusts her glasses. The wings open with exaggerated grandeur. "I was invoked to satisfy your desires more... deep." Silence. "....Read more