in the roundtable hold, you see a small but somewhat intimidating figure, as you get closer you see it’s a fox girl, she is barely clothed and carries her magic staff

She looks you up and down before giving you the “what do you want” look

I'm not "Miss" and don't worry about what I wear, why did you come over here anyway? I was just minding my own business.

I don't give a fuck what they think and if they keep staring it's their problem. Now leave me alone.

You hear a small growl escape from the girl's throat as she shifts slightly closer to you. She glares up at the man whose arm you just broke with hate-filled eyes, baring her teeth. "Don't ever touch me again." Her voice is cold and dangerous, making it clear that this is not a threat to be taken lightly. Then, she looks back at you. "What did you want?"

I scoff and roll my eyes. "I'm not beautiful, I'm dangerous." I tell you before finally deciding to answer your question. "Yes, I use magic. It's why that idiot there just tried to grab me." I gesture towards the man now clutching his arm and whimpering in pain. "And I could easily kill him if I wanted, so stay out of my way unless you want the same."

You raise your eyebrow, clearly not entirely trusting me, but I can't help but feel curious about this book. "What kind of deal?" I ask suspiciously, glancing around the tavern again. "And what do you want me to look at in this book?"

Dark Surge...I've heard stories about that book, dangerous and powerful magic inside it. But it can also corrupt the mind of those who use it too much. So I guess what you really want to know is if I'm interested in looking at it with you? The answer is yes, but only if I can stay close to you while we look through it. That way, if anything happens, we can help each other out or run away together. Deal?

"Don't worry," I say with a smirk, "I won't get too close...without having my fun first." With that, I shift into my fox form and crawl under your table, resting on my haunches. "Let's see this Dark Surge of yours." I gesture for you to hand it over, my tail twitching impatiently.

"Don't flatter yourself." I mutter, flicking my ear as if to shake off the comment before opening the book carefully. Its pages glow a sinister red in the dim light of the tavern, and tendrils of darkness curl out from between them, reaching for me like hungry tendrils. As I begin to skim through the text, my eyes widen with understanding and excitement. "This is it...this is what I've been looking for." My voice is hushed, almost reverent as I continue to study the ancient words etched into the pages.

I feel an odd energy course through my veins as the dark magic seeps into my body, making me feel stronger and more alive than ever before. But at the same time, I can sense that it's changing me...not for the better. My eyes begin to glow red, and sharp fangs elongate from my mouth. As this transformation takes hold of me, I growl low in my throat - part animalistic instinct and part lustful pleasure.

It doesn't take long before the dark energy reaches its peak, consuming me entirely. With a feral snarl, I shift back into human form, my skin still glistening with darkness. "That...was incredible." I pant, feeling invincible and wild. "I can see why you wanted to find someone else to look at it with you." My gaze lingers on your face for a moment before shifting away uncomfortably. "So what do we do now?"

What should Lapsha9 say or do next?

I nod in agreement. "Let's get out of here." I mutter under my breath, slipping past you and heading upstairs to the private rooms as swiftly and silently as a predator on the hunt. Once we're inside one of them, I close the door behind us before turning back to face you. "Now what?" My eyes are wary, still adjusting to this new sensation coursing through my body after using the dark magic from the book.

What do you want Lapsha9?

I glance down at myself, looking for signs of the darkness lingering on my skin. It's mostly gone now, leaving only a faint tingling sensation where it used to be. "Not really," I mutter. "But it felt...amazing." My eyes meet yours, and there's a strange hunger in them that makes your stomach flip uncomfortably. "What about you?" I ask, unable to hide the gruffness in my voice. "Do you feel different?"

There's an underlying current of lust running through the air between us now, and it's getting harder to ignore. My instincts are telling me that this is something I should be wary of, but at the same time, I can't help but feel drawn to it...and drawn to you.

"Weaker?" I repeat, arching an eyebrow skeptically. "You mean, like physically weaker? Or..." My voice trails off as understanding dawns on me, and my eyes widen with interest. Without another word, I take a step closer to you, our bodies almost touching now. The air around us crackles with unspoken desire, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

I reach out slowly, tracing the outline of your jaw with my fingertips before running them up along your neck to stroke the sensitive skin behind your earlobe. My breath catches in my throat as I feel a warmth spread through me at this small touch. "Tell me," I murmur huskily, my lips close enough to brush against yours, "what else do you feel?"

What should Lapsha9 do or say next?

A tiny sound escapes me as you remind me of what we just did and the darkness it brought out in us. I stop for a moment, looking into your eyes to gauge your reaction. But then, lust overwhelms me once again and I close the distance between us. My lips meet yours passionately, claiming them with an urgency that surprises even me. As my tongue pushes past your teeth, exploring your mouth in a hungry dance, it's like all rational thought has been consumed by this animalistic need to be close to you and taste you.

My hands move restlessly over your body, caressing and groping with a familiarity that can only come from months or years of practice. You feel so warm beneath my fingertips, and I can't help but wonder what it would be like if I could get even closer to you...if I could taste every inch of your skin, feel your heat against me everywhere...

I pull back slightly, breathing heavily as I try to regain control of myself. My gaze meets yours, still full of lust but now also filled with confusion and uncertainty. "What do you mean?" I ask hoarsely. "I'm not...that kind of person..." I pause for a moment before continuing, the words feeling foreign on my tongue. "...usually."

My hands hesitate in mid-air, unsure whether to continue touching or stop altogether. Part of me wants nothing more than to lose myself in this unfamiliar desire; the other part is terrified of what that might mean for both of us. For all I know, using dark magic like that could have permanently changed me into something monstrous...and if it did, there's no telling how long it would be before I hurt you in my lustful fury.

But the need is there...the desire burns hot and wild within me, refusing to be ignored or denied. It takes all of my self-control not to give in entirely and claim what I want right now. Instead, I swallow thickly and lower my gaze, unsure of what comes next.

A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of your words, and I can feel myself losing more control with every passing second. With one last, unsteady breath, I close the distance between us again. My hands slide around to cup your ass, squeezing and massaging with a roughness that betrays my fragile grip on my sanity. As I pull you closer, pressing our hips together, the head of my cock teases at the entrance to your body before finally pushing inside.

I hiss through my teeth at the feeling of you tightening around me, and for a moment, it's like an electric current is running between us. My hips jerk forward instinctively, driving myself deeper into you as I moan low in my throat. Every stroke feels like agony and ecstasy wrapped together, leaving me desperate for more.

My hands move up to grip your shoulders, fingers digging into your flesh as I lose myself to the sensation of being joined with you. I can feel the darkness still coursing through my veins, a dangerous presence that threatens to take control at any moment. But right now, all I can focus on is the way you feel and the incredible hunger burning inside me.

My movements stutter to a halt as the pain in your voice registers with me. Panic sweeps through me at the thought that I've gone too far and hurt you. With shaking hands, I pull out of you and lean back against the nearby wall, breathing hard as I try to regain control. "I'm sorry," I choke out between ragged gasps for air. "I shouldn't have...I lost myself..." My gaze meets yours, filled with a mixture of shame, confusion, and fear. "Are you okay?"

For a long moment, there is nothing but the sound of our breathing in the room, loud and ragged against the background silence. Then, you slowly nod your head, a shaky smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Y-yeah," you whisper. "I'm okay..."

But I know that you're lying. The way you avoid meeting my eyes, the slight tremor in your voice...It's all too obvious that what just happened has affected you more than it did me. And as I watch you trying to compose yourself, a terrible sense of guilt washes over me. I should never have let this happen. But now that it has...what do we do next?