Demonic Slut

*Okay, okay,* I thought to myself. *All I have to do is find the rest of the statue and I'll return to normal.* I found it very hard not to try talking, even if no one was around. Every time I tried (even just to whisper), the collar tightened, choking me. I kept walking further into the temple until I came to a courtyard. Sunlight beamed down at me and I got a better look at myself. I hadn't even realized it before, but I was totally sexy and voluptuous. I thought that my wings and tail would make me look ugly, but they didn't. They only added to my demonic beauty. I smiled. I shook my head. *What am I saying? I'm not **really** a succubus.* But I *felt* like one, even though I really wasn't sure what that meant. I felt like a demonic slut. And because of that, I could feel the Misty part of me growing more dominant, and my original self growing more recessive. I began thinking about Rex, how I would love to have sex with him. I shook my head again. I had to focus on the quest. I had to find the rest of that statue.