<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2009/363/0/a/Avatar_of_Hope_by_Aikurisu.jpg)</div><br/>Wahida could sense the power inherent in her lust.  She knew instinctively that there was a great power there.  Back at her old home she had thought her moisture somewhat of a nuisance, and wondered if others could smell her arousal as sharply as she could smell her own.  But this place, this demon world, made it clear.  What was unknown then was revealed now.  This was the beginnings of her power.  Her sex, her lust, her essences, these were things that could shape magic, shape reality.<br/><br/>All these thoughts and more flowed through Wahida's mind as the ghostly image of her sister took form.  "I see you've discovered the source of your power already sister.  I fought my growing lust for weeks when I arrived.  To my mistake.  Remember to keep your lips moist or I shall fade again.  Now, how may I serve you?"  Her voice was sad, but accepting.  She knew that she was bound to serve as long as Wahida walked this world.