You awaken in the midle of the night to find your thicc Goth room-mate, Briar, standing over you.

I'm wears my normal attire: thighhigh boots, fishnet stocking, long-sleeved shirt and a corset struggiling to contain me. In one hand I hold aloft an open ancient tome and the other traces glowing arcane symbols over you.

You try to get up, but are held in place by an unseen force. I notice your struggles and smirk, your helplessness is very entertaining to me. Laughable even! Its about time you learnt your-

Oh no! I got too distracted! A look of shock and horror replaces my smug expression as a Symbol sparks and fades while others intensify. My eyes go wide.

Wait, wha-?!

is all I manage to squeak out before the spell I was trying to cast on you rebounds back onto me! My form disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Suddenly, you can move again.