At first, Camille wanted to be pissed off at the male in her bed, and considering she rarely even did anything he was implying, she felt that her anger was justified. Then he mentioned how she didn’t do anything, and she was a giggling mess the entire time after summoning him-wait, she<i>summoned</i>him? Great, she summoned a demon, but as she tried to think of what would cause her to do so, she managed to possibly remember his name: Cersys, and the fact that he was definitely an incubus. “Now that I’m sober, I’m pretty sure you catching something from a human and giving it to another is next to impossible, and I can’t believe that I did this... Cersys, was it...?” She found that for a demonic name, what she assumed was his name, his sounded like an odd name for a human, and it fit him. Calming down a bit, she hesitantly sat down next to him, and she resisted the urge to touch him in any way, which her willpower was famous for despite the crumbling it was slowly beginning to experience. Cami then felt her head begin to pound, and she pressed her fingers to her temples in an effort to massage it into something bearable as a flashback began to make its way into her mind.<br/><br/><i>“Camille, you know you’re fucking nuts for thinking that you can write a bestseller, right?” Camille ran into a couple friends after already having two drinks, and she gazed at the icy blonde that called her nuts with a smile. “I know it’s a long shot, Odette, but you seriously think I don’t have a shot?” She said right as they got their round of drinks, grabbing the rum and coke from the server’s tray before taking a few sips from it. “Girl, if you want to write a book about a girl who summons a demon, you’re likely going to need to do it yourself. I let you borrow that book of spells when you first started, remember?” A redhead spoke up as she downed a shot of bourbon like it was water, and she signaled for more as soon as it happened. “Yeah, but Eva, what if it doesn’t work? What if I do it and it fails?” The two of them gave the raven haired girl a look as the bookish girl sipped from a strawberry, and they discussed substitutes for various materials for the summoning ritual. The only material they couldn’t substitute was blood, mainly because the olive oil didn’t appear to be a good substitute like some people online were claiming. Cami ended up leaving after somewhere around five drinks, and got to work on actually summoning a demon...</i><br/><br/>“Oh, fucking Eva. If she hadn’t suggested it...” Camille muttered to herself, and then she realized that she had to have cut herself somewhere to complete the summoning for Cersys. Checking her hands, she didn’t find any cuts, and upon checking her arms, she discovered the source of her ritual blood: her arm was bandaged, and if one looked a little bit closer, they’d notice that her arms were littered with other scars that didn’t appear self-inflicted. Touching the bandage, she saw a hint of blood start to come up from the wound, and that was when she realized how deep she cut. “Quick question: how much blood are you supposed to use in a summoning ritual? The one that summoned you didn’t specify, but I’m guessing I used a bit too much from how deep this is.” She showed him her arm, and she almost appeared hesitant as she did so. Once she thought he got a good look, she was quick to pull her arm away from him, and decided to try to consider getting dressed. Cami couldn’t believe that Cersys was the demon she summoned, but at least she didn’t have to go out in public today until much later.<br/><br/>If she even wanted to go out tonight and potentially expose her actions to her friends.