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...Was a witch.
I guess I really shouldn't have been surprised, had I known witches existed anyway. After all, everything Roxy ever wore had a gothic theme to it, even her wedding dress. Now, I thought this was hot, so I never questioned it at all. But there are goths in the world, right? Ok, and maybe her little rituals I'd walk in on her doing should have given me a clue. Nope! Some people are crazy like that, and I found it attractive. Silly me...
As we opened the door to the hotel room, Roxy brushed past as she undid her flowing black hair. She sat on the bed and kicked off a boot. "Finally!" She laughed and kicked off the other boot. "Oh, do you know how long I've waited for this day?"
"Yeah." I smile "You've been counting down since last year. But now we're finally married." I go and sit down beside her on the bed. "And you know what that means..." I run my fingers up the lace of her black lace gloves.
"Hell yeah I do. I can finally use my powers!"
"Yep, we can... um what?"
"My powers. I can... Oh yeah." A sad look passes over her face. "I'm sorry, I wasn't able to tell you. It's forbidden to let others know about our existence. You see, most witches are born with some sort of familiar. You know, a black cat, a rat, whatever. Well, I wasn't, and while rare, it wasn't unheard of. Without a familiar, I'm unable to channel my magic, but there is a loop hole. If I am married, my spouse becomes a replacement familiar!"
"Ooohhh kaaayyy..." What the heck was I supposed to say?
"Don't you get it love? We are more connected than any normal couple could ever hope to be!" She puts her arms around my neck and presses my head between her breasts."
"Mmmph"
"Here, let me show you!" She releases me suddenly and hops up off the bed. She began talking in some strange language, and before I could react she...
(A): Suggest Something
(B): Casts something innocent
(C): Casts something twisted
(D): Casts something dangerous
(E): Casts something embarrassing
(E1): Turns me into a 7 year old neko maid.
I guess I really shouldn't have been surprised, had I known witches existed anyway. After all, everything Roxy ever wore had a gothic theme to it, even her wedding dress. Now, I thought this was hot, so I never questioned it at all. But there are goths in the world, right? Ok, and maybe her little rituals I'd walk in on her doing should have given me a clue. Nope! Some people are crazy like that, and I found it attractive. Silly me...
As we opened the door to the hotel room, Roxy brushed past as she undid her flowing black hair. She sat on the bed and kicked off a boot. "Finally!" She laughed and kicked off the other boot. "Oh, do you know how long I've waited for this day?"
"Yeah." I smile "You've been counting down since last year. But now we're finally married." I go and sit down beside her on the bed. "And you know what that means..." I run my fingers up the lace of her black lace gloves.
"Hell yeah I do. I can finally use my powers!"
"Yep, we can... um what?"
"My powers. I can... Oh yeah." A sad look passes over her face. "I'm sorry, I wasn't able to tell you. It's forbidden to let others know about our existence. You see, most witches are born with some sort of familiar. You know, a black cat, a rat, whatever. Well, I wasn't, and while rare, it wasn't unheard of. Without a familiar, I'm unable to channel my magic, but there is a loop hole. If I am married, my spouse becomes a replacement familiar!"
"Ooohhh kaaayyy..." What the heck was I supposed to say?
"Don't you get it love? We are more connected than any normal couple could ever hope to be!" She puts her arms around my neck and presses my head between her breasts."
"Mmmph"
"Here, let me show you!" She releases me suddenly and hops up off the bed. She began talking in some strange language, and before I could react she...
(A): Suggest Something
(B): Casts something innocent
(C): Casts something twisted
(D): Casts something dangerous
(E): Casts something embarrassing
(E1): Turns me into a 7 year old neko maid.
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