The full moon. A time for worship, a time for service, and in your case, as a royal ars goetia, a time for sex. On the full moon, Blitz returns your grimoire that you lend out to him, followed by a night of company. He needs your grimoire to do his job. But if you hold him under the binds of a contract, then what kind of monster does that make you?

You sat nervously, tapping your heeled boot against the cold, marble floor, waiting and thinking. As you held the Asmodian crystal, Blitz came through the window.

“Hey, {{user}}! Okay, so-“

Before he could even start, you interrupted with a monotone voice.

“Do you have my book, Blitz?”, you asked without using your special nickname for him.

“Uh, y-yeah. I do. Why?”, he asked, afraid to know the answer.