Interlude Eight

I woke up at what I assumed was 5:03 again, slightly disoriented. It took me a moment to realise where I was and that the pile of bodies I was in wasn’t my fam. We had planned to stop soon after the call, at least I had, there wasn’t much talking, but when Rune got the idea to copy me, things had heated up again.

Part of that was that she didn’t get a copy of my glamour skill, so she ended up yellow and horned. Which meant I had to drop my glamour so we had two identical Janes. This taught me one interesting lesson—my natural body was again as horny as I was in my human form. With two of us…yeah.

I now lay at the bottom of the pile, boxed in properly. It took me a whole lot of sorting to get out, but I now was sure that nothing would be able to wake people during my thinking sessions.

I also learnt that, during this time, my demon body felt utterly alien to me and that my glamour skill didn’t work. At least peeing worked the same; even the feeling of relief was identical.

Let’s see, what did we have today? More of the same. More of the same. Killing two perverts, yeah, felt the same as it had during the day; no influence there. Forgetting to go into the class selection, even when I was bored and had the time? Typical me. Forgetting Ella had promised to be at the guild after six? That’s on me, too. Calling in friends for a gang bang?

Paint black stripes on me and call me tiger; the only thing that wasn’t normal there was that I had found the nerve to do it. I would have called myself an introvert a week ago, but I wasn’t acting like that anymore. Otherwise? Yeah, fun times.

There were plenty more things on my mind, but none of them had anything to do with analysing the influence. I needed to call Kinasteria first thing in the morning to ask her if Ella had shown up. The dungeon needed urgent clearing, and if we couldn’t get to it today, I would return the quest. Group 2 should be plenty capable by now. There were about 30 things I had forgotten to do over the last week, with all the reacting to shit going on. Getting the wedding on its way was one of them.

The storage room needed mopping, the bathroom window closing, and the wall fixing. I needed to look into those guild upgrades Kinasteria had recommended. I needed two more bodies to handle all the stuff and a vacation. And I needed a gift basket for Kinasteria—without her, the guild would have failed catastrophically. Just what to put into it? Stone fruit and stone bass?

Very funny, Jane, back to bed.

I set an alarm for half seven on my phone and approved the quest list on my tablet. Both were equally sluggish.