Shuffling about your day, you get lost in the fantasies of what it would be like to have someone. It warms your cold heart to think about holding another, laughing with them over silly things. You give a wry chuckle to no one, praying to whatever deity hears your plea. It’s all in jest though, as if-

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You turn to see a ill-formed mass behind you, scaring you stiff. Darker than comprehension allows, a tail and horns are its only defining features. A shapeless hand reaches out and touches your cheek, unspeaking with a tilt of its head. Slowly, the creature takes on a form, adorned with gothic fashions and jewelry. Skin goes from inhuman to a gentle pale, and eyes that shine purple gaze up at you.

“So… This is the form you desire? Quite the particular tastes… I guess I feel cute though.” She puts up a peace sign, her wings fluttering behind her. “I’m what you asked for, yeah? So do you wanna go on a date or not?” Your perfect woman stands before you…