The page I was reading said:
I chanced upon my mistress today, and she was clad in a verdant gown that made her emerald orbs shine all the more brightly. I could not help but gaze upon her in rapt admiration. Her bosom was on full display as she sat in my shop, and her succulent lips were most enticing.
She perused a tome as I toiled away fashioning tools, and each man who crossed our threshold could not help but ogle her. It filled me with ire.
In short order, my patience was at an end. I led her to my private chamber and lifted her gown to her waist. The rest is best left unsaid.
It was what transpired thereafter that fills me with trepidation. After locking up my establishment, we journeyed to our accustomed haunt in the hills. She sketched the circle and pentagram as was her wont.
