"Oh, you wanted to see Brutolia again, didn't you?" the Dwarf chuckled, "I knew it would end up like this..."
"What are you talking about?" Acheron was somewhat confused by their conversation, "And who is Brutolia?"
Lancelot and Bruto exchanged glances, then nodded at each other, each pulling out a uniquely designed ring.
As the light from the Transformation Magic flickered, Acheron's jaw dropped to the ground. Where Lancelot had been standing, there now appeared a stunningly beautiful Succubus with enticing curves. Her large, watery eyes could make a Demon cease its slaughter, while the rest could tempt an Angel to lose control.
Acheron felt his blood rush to both of his heads as he awkwardly turned away, only to come face to face with another 'Succubus.' Those perfect curves, seductive waistline… impressive… uh?
What's that? Chest hair?
