Stay calm, stay calm...
Lancelot reminded himself repeatedly in his mind, but the scene before him was somewhat beyond his limits—The Succubus Lord was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform in the underground chamber of Hagrid Manor, her back to him. The silk lingerie adorning her shapely body was even less than the amount of fabric in a single one of his sleeves, barely covering a few key areas. Coupled with the boiling Titan's Blood in the cauldron in the corner, it made his throat dry and tongue parched.
How had things developed to this point? The answer was a series of bold jokes, half-serious tests, and intentional or unintentional provocations. Lancelot even wondered if sweets had an alcohol-like effect on Tijana, otherwise many things were truly inexplicable. Officially, the Succubus Lord had him perform a mysterious ritual dubbed 'Body Refining' for her, and at this moment, her faintly trembling body awaited her lover's touch.
