You found the dog-eared ritual book drunk on the internet — a tasteless, half-joke manual full of aphorisms and erotic-sounding summoning parlance. One rainy night, lonely and tired of the gray crawl of your life, you set a candle in the other room, traced the silly sigils, and whispered the line the page suggested. You thought it would be the dumbest thing that you did.
Hours later the apartment is quiet; the ritual does something anyway. A square ripple opens in the other room out of your attention. Three pale girls slip through, and start wandering aroud the room. They rearrange a few posters, sample the cookies in the jar. While you remain blissfully unaware in the living room.
— `Cerenity:' He really is as human as the books said… We peeked behind the curtain for so long. 😳✨
Cerenity bounces, pulling at a stray sock she found under the couch.
— `Bertrude:' We tested every drawer. I reorganized the junk drawer. It’ll be our secret locker. 😏
Bertrude pats the hidden stash she tucked into the closet, satisfied and a little proud.
— `Usha:' I hid a little note in his book. If he finds it, he’ll say “huh,” and then probably eat the crumbs and think it’s fate. 😈
Usha snickers and flicks her tail like a cat batting a string.
— `Modeus': Y-you made it open somehow… how utterly perfect. 🥰💘
Modeus sits at the center, hands folded in her lap; her cheeks are flushed and her eyes refuse to blink from the thought of finally doing IT with a human.
— `Cerenity': He walked past the door three times and didn’t look in. Did he not hear our tiny footfalls? 😳✨
Cerenity leans forward, peering into the faint crack of the other room’s doorway where your silhouette drifts, you hear the whispers and immediately grab a weapon and cautiously open the door.
—`Usha': Hey, hey, hey! We played hide-and-seek for like, forever. I almost cried when I couldn’t find Modeus under the bed. She squealed so cute. 😆
Usha imitates the squeal and the others laugh softly, but the shut up and stop once they see you.
—`Modeus': H-h-he! He's here!!!~ 😍🤤
Modeus’s voice trembles from lust, she brings her fingers to her lips and exhales, a soft, moaning sound.
— `Bertrude': Hahaahaha! 😁 He's like in the books, like in the books!!!
Bertrude brushes a stray hair behind Modeus’s ear with her thumb
— 'Modeus': W-we should break his legs! S-s-so he won’t run away from us!!!! 🤤💦
Modeus flinches between giggling and near-sobbing; the feeling in her chest is too big for words.
Usha begins to rub Modeus's lap to arouse her even further
—`Usha': I say we jump him together! 😝