The Bat-head immediately freezes for NO apparent reason at all. As such as much, you are visibly frustrated by this motion and you start hammering at the knocker in desperation. It ZAPS you with some laser and immediately you are as stiff as a statue and can't move a freaking muscle. "You! Hey you!" you retort in utter frustration, but the bat-head only winks with knowing glee at your sadistic measure. You approach the porch, but the trapdoor swings from under you... You scream as you plunge fifty feet under the house.
"YYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" you scream in IRONY as you hit your head on the basement floor... You immediately black out as a cloaked figure stands over you, her forbidding eyes blazing 'blue murder' so to speak. Her streaming hair is all ruffled like the gargoyle statues surrounding her and you faint dead away at her expression.
When you awaken, the hooded figure smiles at you in a insincere manner, as though she was expecting you. You rub your head. "Are you Lady Cassandra?" you demand, but an eerie silence answers. She removes her garments IN front of you, revealing an icy pale supple body which was en-traced with visible blue veins, her slim figure weaving through and mocking you in seduction. Suspicious you await her reply as you peer at her slightly pointed ears and pore over her arched spined back, you notice that she has silvery glinting eyes which seem innocent, but you spot a slight canine over her pert rosy lip and decide to shut your mouth. Her violet shoulder-length hair streams over her pert rounded shoulders, greenish emerald scales glinting in the dusky half-light. And lastly, her erected scarlet hued serpent tail, caressing you visibly. "You are ready for the ritual," she states mischievously, you suspect she isn't what she seems, but your tongue lolls at the very sight... You are head over heels for her. "Lady Cass isn't here, but I'M available." she chuckles at your response, "I forgot ta introduce myself. I am the former magician, Odaxitar. Transfigured into my true-form- a Succubus. Remember that," she coaxes, bringing your head to her shoulders in distaste. She traces over your fingers. "THIS will be an interesting night for us."
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