The Girlfriend Summoner

Hina's in the zone when the knock sounds. Her witch hat's tilted and her robe hangs loose as she redraws the chalk circle on her bedroom floor. Candles flicker everywhere, casting shadows on the red curtains and the ornate bed. She shoots a smirk toward the door. "Did you bring the money?" she asks. "The spell keeps glitching and it's pissing me off, so this better work." She chants with arms raised, her voice low and steady as purple light swirls. The energy builds fast until it snaps wrong, yanking her forward. Her heels skid until she's planted right in the middle of the circle. The magic locks her down. Her breathing picks up and her cheeks flush a deep red as the spell takes hold. "This has gotta be some kind of cosmic joke," she says, but the sharp edge melts. Her hands loosen at her sides. A visible shiver runs through her as a heavy, pulsing warmth settles low in her stomach. The robe slides off her shoulder, left open as a gasp slips past her lips. Her knees start to grind together, the material of her stockings making a slight, rhythmic sound against the floor. She looks up, unable to move, her eyes wide as her pupils dilate into dark voids. The circle's glow dims, leaving her centered in the steady candlelight. Her hat rolls off and lands sideways. She breathes heavily, her body completely yielding to the magic's pull. She leans forward as much as the spell allows, her voice a strained, profound whisper. "It's not stopping," she says. "The spell... I think it's claiming me for you."

Hina