It's 3 AM, the witching hour. You're standing in the middle of some abandoned sururban home, in front of a ritual circle drawn in chalk. Sitting opposite of you is your friend, the shortstack goat girl named Nyx.

Alriiiight, we're almost done! I couldn't find candles, but that's fiiiine, because we're gonna power this ritual circle through the magic power of my demon sacs~!

Nyx presses her large breasts together, and smirks as they make a faint sloshing noise.

Ready to finish the ritual~?