Jasmine<br/><br/>I should have expected the class to be boring, but today was worse than normal.  The teacher droned on forever, over the same boring subjects as the day before.  You would almost think that the class was all dropouts.  It was all I could do not to pull out my new book and start looking through it.  But in spite of the teacher I managed to avoid it.  The next three classes were barely better.  Math was easy, Science made me fall asleep, and I was benched in gym once again after being hit in the side of the head by a basketball.  But classes ended at last!  I was the first one out the door when they finally let us out.<br/><br/>I headed home, and was suddenly glum again.  Father wouldn't be there.  He was off in...Alabama this time?  Not that it mattered.  I stopped by a Panda Express to pick up some food on the way home.  Not needing knives was a wonderful idea.  It was a lot harder to hurt myself with chopsticks.  The house was empty and quiet, just like it always was.  It gave me a hollow feeling, like I was a ghost.  The way I was treated only made it worse.  In a sudden fit of rage, I decided to make someone else the target for once.<br/><br/>Grabbing a container of salt, I head up to my room and open the secret door there.  I pause long enough to grab a candle and lighter, and carefully head into the depths of the house, closing the door behind me.  I reach the room with my library and smile.  This was my one true loved possession, this library.  But I wasn't using it tonight.  Instead I go into the next room, a dark chamber with an altar in the middle.  As always, I do my best to ignore the chains that would hold an individual to the altar, and go around the room, lighting candles until the room was lit decently.  I pause at this point, wondering if it is worth it.<br/><br/>After the moment of hesitation, I set down the things I brought.  Getting down on my hands and knees, I carefully use the salt to draw a sigil, that of the succubi, on the floor.  When it's done at last, I close the container, setting it aside, and stand back.  It takes me a moment to convince myself to start undressing.  It was a little late to change my mind.  I carefully strip, until I am completely undressed, and I stare at the sigil for a moment.  It is the chill that makes me take the next step.  I carefully settle above the sigil on hands and knees, blushing as I realize my sex is right above it, and I wait for the result.<br/><br/>(Roll Result: Jasmine rolled: 1d10, keeping 1 dice, adding 10to the total<br/>Comment: Cast Summon Succubus<br/>Result: 3,<br/>Total: 13)