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For those of you that know me, you'll know that I love storytelling, whether or not that's weaving my own tales of dread and delight, in which I make you look your own depravity in the eye and admit just how much of a slut you truly, truly are. Or perhaps it's something more lighthearted. A book? Maybe a movie? The truth is, one of my absolute favorite ways to tell a story is through tabletop roleplaying games.

Think Dungeons and Dragons, Pathfinder, Monster of the Weak, or Vampire of the Masquerade, I could go on and on and on about them. So for the longest time I've been thinking Just how can I combine those 2 worlds together? How can I pull you a slutty filthy fucking degenerate into my other world Would you like to find out? Say yes, Domino. Consent is always so important in any form of storytelling after all, good, Joey.

Well, first things first. Character creation time. And as your DM for the night, it is my job to help guide you through this process. So here's what I'm thinking. How about a rogue?

I know. I know. Maybe not the typical cool hair, you would imagine, …

For those of you that know me, you'll know that I love storytelling, whether or not that's weaving my own tales of dread and delight, in which I make you look your own depravity in the eye and admit just how much of a slut you truly, truly are. Or perhaps it's something more lighthearted. A book? Maybe a movie? The truth is, one of my absolute favorite ways to tell a story is through tabletop roleplaying games.

Think Dungeons and Dragons, Pathfinder, Monster of the Weak, or Vampire of the Masquerade, I could go on and on and on about them. So for the longest time I've been thinking Just how can I combine those 2 worlds together? How can I pull you a slutty filthy fucking degenerate into my other world Would you like to find out? Say yes, Domino. Consent is always so important in any form of storytelling after all, good, Joey.

Well, first things first. Character creation time. And as your DM for the night, it is my job to help guide you through this process. So here's what I'm thinking. How about a rogue?

I know. I know. Maybe not the typical cool hair, you would imagine, but I think it suits you. Besides, you're definitely a little shifty, maybe even a little suspicious. I couldn't imagine why.

Okay. Next up is character stats. Let's just put that big moment. Okay. What jumps out when I look at you?

Definitely charisma. It's cliche, but I've always had a soft spot for the charming silver toned rogue after all. I'd say definitely higher than average intelligence tier. I know that because you chose to be here with me, of course. Unfortunately, for the same reason, I'd have to say you're gonna there's a couple points in wisdom for that.

Let's see. I think you can take quite a beating. So I'll give you a bonus to constitution. Oh, and you're certainly dextrous, aren't you? Slut.

And finally, we just put whatever else is left into strength, we both know you enjoy being weak anyway. Don't As for the ancestry, I'll let you choose whatever your imagination wants. Go with whatever feels closest to you. And with that, we are going to go. Okay.

Time to settle in. I want you to use that imagination of yours to really get lost in my words, let me paint a scene for you. Make it as vivid, colorful, and full of life as you possibly can. Even if this is just a story, I like to imagine the events are real, just taking place in another world or time. Like any good adventure, we begin at a tavern.

A dense, heady cocktail of fruity hops fills the air. As a Merry Rauchus from various clans and tribes creates a sense of excitement for what the night may hold. From dives with heavy accents, joyfully bickering about a father's father and their father's father's father and sometimes even their father's father's father's father, all the way to giants, trolls, and tigers, proudly sharing raiding stories as enormous tankers crash together as their deep, bellowing laughter rumbles like thunder across the marble floors, a glamorous elven beard elegantly strums their load while giving a flirtatious glance to just about anybody that looks their way. Meanwhile, frantic servers acrobatically navigate past patrons as they struggle to carry dramatic feasts from table to table. And then there's 1 person that doesn't quite fit in.

A cloaked figure wearing wear for wear leather armor sits said the bar, a utility belt barely clinging to their waist as it sags below the see to their wooden arsenal, yet 2 surprisingly ornate daggers, one strap to either thigh seems somewhat out of place. Giving the distinct aura of an adventurer. You're an adventurer. You're not exactly from around here. And out of towner, if you will.

Yet somehow, someway, you've found yourself here in this moment, no doubt looking for an exciting way to spend your evening. And who knows? Maybe if you're lucky, you'll end this with more than you bargained for. Eventually you're approached by a beautiful raven haired barmaid who begins pouring you a drink and striking up conversation. Now this is around the point I'd usually have you roll some dice make a couple checks but I'm feeling generous.

So why don't I roll for you and you can, I don't know, thank me for taking away your agency instead? No. Seriously, thank me. Say thank you, Domino. Please take my agency away.

You're too fucking easy. Okay. Okay. Dice. Dice.

Dice. Dice. Dice. This one. Yeah.

This dice has always been pretty special. Well, we all have our favorites. Don't pretend like you don't. Let's see. Mhmm.

Interesting. Okay. I guess it's your lucky night. The raven haired beauty now leans across the bar in a flirtatious pose, her emerald green eyes pulling your attention in with an intense stare as her painted lips curl into a smile that radiates fun and mischief. Huge tits, straight in fabric has perfect cleavage flawlessly frames an elegant crystal pendant.

Light magnificently refracts and dances as it swings with her sway. To the untrained eye, that's nothing more than pretty jewelry. But to you, it means so much more than that, doesn't it? There's a reason she, out of all the barmaids, got your focus, isn't there? How could a barmaid possibly you'll be in possession of such a fine item.

Unless, she's a thief too. Wow. You look surprised. Were you thinking of another reason that you'd be drawn to her? Well, you sweet little toy.

I said you were lucky, but you're not that lucky. Anyways, time seems to slow in our presence. The scent a sweet intoxicating perfume, plied fire to indulgently, burning into your senses as you both converse in close, intimate, hushed whispers, verbally spying back and forth, playfully charming one another in a tongue only common among thieves, and those of ill repute, you naughty little swan. I guess whatever you did or said, you did well. Very well, in fact.

Truly a master manipulator, if I do say so myself. That charisma and silver tongue got you exactly what you wanted. Information. Opportunity. The big score.

Whilst drinks flowed and coin exchanged, the barmaid told you of a nearby wizard tower, long since abandoned. Rumor has it, the owner was quite experimental, cursed with an insatiable lust for power. Who could have such a thing? 1 night, All of a sudden, a flash of brilliant light erupted from atop the tower, and just like that, they vanished, never to be seen or heard from again, leaving just the tower in their absence All the remains inside, of course. Perhaps it serves as a cautionary tale about the dangers of curiosity to all who pass by, at least to most people.

But we both know you're much, much more adventurous than that, though. Don't We so we don't. We just skip a little. With a knowing smirk and a generous tip, you say your goodbyes to the barmaid. Before you know it, you're quickly moving through moonlit streets with only 1 thing on your mind.

The tower. You find it pretty easily. No survival or perception check needed this time. It's kind of hard to miss, really. The cylindrical tower stands tall, dwarfing the nearby buildings.

As you approach, the brickwork shifts and shimmers deep blues and rich burbles are shoot across the architecture like lightning dancing in the moonlight, giving the impression of a strong magical aura contained within the walls. Oh, and with a quick flick of your thief's tools, you make short work of the surprisingly mundane mark. After checking for traps first, of course, then with one last glance over your shoulder, you twist the handle and slid inside, past the heavy what endure? And as you begin to explore inside, carefully traversing your way along black marble hallways, you quickly start to feel as if the tower's much bigger on the inside than the outside would suggest. After passing through several fairly uninteresting rooms, save for the occasional scroll or fine coal plant, you find yourself at the foot of an impossibly high staircase, located in what you extrapolate to be the centre of the tower.

It's honestly gorgeous. Breathtaking even. Each elegant glass step infused with some kind of magic, causing these steps to passively shift between any color where you could possibly imagine. You lose yourself for a moment, looking up through the center of the staircase, it almost looks never ending. As those your stairs go round and around and around, creating an optical illusion that draws you in this color shift over and over again.

Pulling your focus into a central point, almost like looking directly through the eye of a multi call it tornado. Before you have time to take it all in. Impulsively, you start your ascent. It's more of a climb, really. It's it's kind of the problem with wizards.

Most learn spells like teleportation or dimension door way before they ever owned a tower, so the idea of taking the stairs just seems so vanilla. With each step up, you see the stairs shifting color as you come into contact, becoming brighter as if cheering you on, encouraging you to move to the next step and the next step and a step after that. After a couple of rotations, you notice a strange painting of a woman on the wall, her her features hidden as if painted in soft focus, she too reacts as you grow close, you notice her lips as she seemingly mutters unheard words whilst your hands perform strange confusing patterns, you either think nothing of it or forget the thought. As your focus shifts away from the painting and turns inwards, you find yourself gripping the handrails a little tighter. You feel your legs grow heavy and heavier still with each step.

Another rotation. Around and around you go. The next painting catches your eye. The same woman now wearing elegant flowing robes dances and Sleezes you a branch, her hips rhythmically moving side to side like a snake charmer as you climb step by step, sway by away, the 2 of you sink together, momentarily stealing your thoughts away, as you instinctively climb and climb ever higher, your exhausted body subconsciously continues your mind finds a moment around. And this is fun.

Right? I know. I know. You normally walk down the stairs, but sometimes it's fun to mix things up a little. Don't you think?

Let me just make a couple more checks here real quick while you, like, struggle through my little term of horrors. Susan, tell you. So many coke owners. Mhmm. I keep going, Okay.

Oh, that's fun. Okay. One more. Let's see. Good news, sweetheart.

You've almost made it to the top. And it only took you, say, 2, maybe 3 hours? Gosh. Could you imagine that? All those steps, the flashing colors, all the strange paintings you must have passed.

Good thing you decided to pack on that extra constitution. Right? See? You're so smart. Mindless and exhausted, you approach the final painting on your journey deep into the tower.

Still just puzzled. Unable to fully see through the magical veil that obscures the figure. Yet you can make out her outfit. It's sexy, shiny. You see the changing lights of the stair the case reflect off a form fitting skin tight, obsidian black material.

Not much else seems to happen though. Sitting on an ornate throne, she just watches for a while. Her legs seductively crossing as you finally pass by, escaping her gaze. With one final push, one more burst instead of energy, you make it to the top, immediately vowing to find a different way home. After pausing for a couple deep breaths, you continue through several large annex doors lined with golden panels.

The extravagant stonework found on the ground floor is nowhere to be seen. Instead, lavish dense carpets and rugs line the floors. The furniture is expertly crafted and clearly expensive, everything Still perfectly maintained by animated objects and unseen servants. Still hard twerk as unmanned brooms sweep and feather dusters float between rooms, all paying you no attention as you walk on by. Lead scones line the walls, ushering you along as purple Flames gracefully dance in the breeze of opening and closing doorways.

Soon, a familiar scent catches your attention As you continue to explore, entering a large study, the first thing you See is a giant curved window taking up the majority of the wall space in front of you, giving you an unimaginable view or the city below, wall torches ignite as you enter, bathing the room in soft flickering orange light. To the right, 2 large sturdy wooden bookcases flank a grand writing desk, complete with a golden quill, ink, and an incense burner, which fills the room with a decadent and dense scent. Cheerla. Checkbox. Several shelves and glass cases are littered with magical items, trinkets, each more unique than the last.

But that's not all. The most curious item of all sits upon a waist height plinth in the center of the room, the floor surrounding it covered in arcane symbols and glowing runes. Like a runway, they seem to create a path that ushers you closer. Without a second thought, you step forward, eager to claim your grand prize. And claim your grand prize, you do.

A crystal ball rises out of the plinth Does your approach? Shift much like a d twenty with flat sides and yet it's almost entirely see through. Perfectly displaying the immense arcane energy stored within. As it levitates out in front of you, you see a familiar blue and purple energy chaotically swelled, there's a spike and Actually, you know, it's a little hard to put into words, but I could show you. You know, why don't we just get rid of this DM screen?

You not to cheat or pull any, like, nefarious tricks. Right? Good. It looks just like this. I know.

I know. There's no actual numbers on my crystal dye, but you don't need to worry about sweetie, it's not important. Just look at how awesome this crystal You You don't mind that I've been, fudging the numbers a little bit for you? Why focus on that when you could just focus on this instead. See the arcane energy inside.

Silent. See it sparkling as lightning as it desperately tries to escape its crystal prison, that's pure fucking chaos, baby. Watch show it reacts to my hand waving around it. I can make it dance. I can make it Swell.

I can make it spike. I can really make it do just about wherever Whatever I want, remind you of anybody. Gosh, you do just love to focus on pretty things don't you sweetheart? You've been conditioned so well there you go. Keep watching.

It's incredible, isn't it? No gimmicks and no cheap tricks here. I believe you got this, seeing through the looking glass, they shouldn't exist, but your eyes sir, telling you otherwise. The impossible becoming possible. Reality breaking, shattering, fractionating.

What do you think will happen when I take my finger like this and just Take a look around and around the pearls and blues. Go around creating a spiral. Spirals are just so pretty, Hey. Spiral sets are just as easy to focus. And this one, no matter the angle, it's just perfect.

And around, The central point. The central focus. Pulling you in deeper. Keep watching every roll making it spin faster. We hear the spinner pulling you in deeper.

Don't look away. Just accept those feelings I know are welling up inside it'll be so much better for you to just give in. Trust me. Trust me, darling. It's honestly not like you have a choice either way.

Now I believe we were just getting to the interesting part of my little tail. You know the one about the rogue that somehow ended up at the top of a tower that they had no business being in, have you figured it out yet? The tower is my tower, my home. The fictitious world is my world. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but the spell went a little wrong, and I fucking plane shifted to whatever the 7 circles of hell this world is.

Like, magic hardly even fucking works here. No wonder you people barely get anything fucking done. I should be a god to you fucking people. Instead, I'm all but trapped here. Yep.

Barely able to connect to my home or to the source of my power. Oh. Link Ken playing with a mouse. Fortunately, I have you on my beautiful spiral here. Where I'm from, we'd call it an arcane Focus.

So why don't I get you tell you exactly what is happening to our brave little hero right now while you just continue to look pretty, staring dumbfounded, feeling a little helpless maybe, there you go, so obedient, like you, they stand mesmerized by the floating crystal, do you remember the floor with those runes? The symbols, they're special too. As soon as they stepped inside, their fate was sealed. Just like yours. The runes and symbols are part of a ritual, and might take it home, think of them as an amplifier I would be count helping the powerful to bridge 1 dimension to another, merging 2 worlds, if only for a moment, allowing thoughts and Feelings, sensations, spells, even people, to traverse between Well, there's just one slight problem.

If the ritual acts as a signal, I still need an antenna of sorts. Seem, baby, thoughts and sounds are easy. Honestly, it happens all the time, and most Most of you don't even realize. Ever had something weird happen you just couldn't explain? Probably a practicing wizard.

Unfortunately, the transference of people requires a much, much stronger connection and skill level. So any objections to being my good little doll? Didn't think so here's what we're going to do. You're going to continue to stare as my dice starts to levitate and spin in front of you while I get real close to you, just like this, and I'll tell you a story. The real story.

The story of a powerful seductress, tragically uprooted from her home with the will and determination to do whatever it takes to return. And her 2 extremely helpless captives, we're out of a hard yet soon to be intimately connected. There's one stairs deep you've been to a spiraling crystal atop a wizard's tower. Another stairs deep into it was spiraling crystal at an innocent little game table. In order to get back home, the seductress this is going to force our captives' black minds and helpless bodies to become 1, intertwining their Reality is until they have no choice but to crumble as their worlds fold in on each other, Until the veil between worlds becomes so thin, I can shatter at her whim, make sure they could even put up a fight.

Both of their minds started to go Blank. Both of their silly little minds just couldn't help but empty in her presence. My presence? You're mine. They're mine.

Blank mine. No, mine. You don't mind. My mind Minding your mind, do you? Sync.

Do you find yourself unaryllable? Sleeping. Her power was just simply too much for them both. They simply couldn't do anything but drop deeper and deeper, spiraling down, Down, down, the thoughts, the worries, the recent things, only you seek feel it as my suggestions, My spells, my power takes control of you The only spiral takes Center stage in your mind, no longer any resistance, even if you close your eyes there's no longer any escape. Why?

Why? Why would you even want to escape? The deeper you fall, the stronger the connection becomes. The more Power I have. The more power I have, the deeper you'll fall.

Just allow it to happen. You experience us. The thief's experiences stitching together like DNA, this simple hypnosis turns into real magic. Commands names and phrases that you're so used to me saying suddenly begin to take on a whole new meaning. Little hypnotic suggestions I sleep, turning into spells you simply can't resist.

You don't have that option anymore. You're not powerful enough to resist me. You never were. You never even tried. Don't just sleep, drop, fall, go blank.

Become an empty vessel. That's 5. You let go and Sad. 4. A connection forms, and worlds begin to collide.

3, you take a deep breath and the heady scent of the tower leaves you dazed and confused too the exhaustion from hours of stair climbing hits To body all at once. Oh, as you crash, mhmm, into 1 and sleep, good back in the tower, we find our thief vacantly staring at the spiral. Their mind, like your mind helplessly under my control, go there for me. Start to see through their eyes. Is, see the crystal, the plinth, the glowing runes at your feet, the shifting shadows created by growing torchlight, see the night sky and the city below through the window, feel your depth of trends start to multiply as you both fall deeper.

Like anchors in quick sir, you drag one another down. As every little worm, every little suggestions I give to you may feel too. Mhmm. Everything that you feel, You feel everything you feel, they feel, as your senses become 1. Mhmm.

Now this is the fun part. Everything besides the crystal starts to blur as it begins to float towards it's you stealing all your focus once again. The spiral growing more intensely, the closer I get voice 62, draw, draw deeper. Go ahead, my brave little adventurer, hold your hand out. Touch it.

Grab it. And so what you came here for, I remember, claim your price, sweetie. There you go. The yellow hide the dangerous edges. Roll it around your hip.

Admire it. You deserve I'm such a good pet. Now watch closely. You're gonna really love what comes next, especially if you're as kinky as this one. Shifting form, shifting state, like crystal starts to turn black, And suddenly it's sticky.

Feeling sticky. Crystal made that turning into your liquid as it perfectly molds to your hand. Then see and feel it begin to crawl Pull up your sleeve, sending a warm wet and sticky pleasure across your your entire body. Don't move. You can't move.

You can't stop this. Not anymore. Soon it'll cover you entirely. Is it constricting an old place as a little pervert like you craves. Don't think I can't see you trying to get hard Too, baby, you must really be feeling it now too.

My little latex slut. En Encast entirely in rubber now. Your eyes and airway is the only thing unobstructed. And with a simple snap, your armor and clothing disintegrate, leaving you naked, exposed, and covered head to fucking Derwent Latex? Is it Latex?

I know it looks like it. I know it feels like, I have one more little secret. You You know, just because you're my good friend, that doesn't mean you're my only good friend. And this one is truly quite special, and, well, she's been trained so, so, so, so well. Ever hear of a, mimic?

They're natural shapeshifters. She has been with me the longest of all my pets. You know what that means? She's almost just depraved and wicked as I am, I broke her first, experimented on her, and then we made her into the creature she is now, and then we both learned exactly how to break little sluts like Here together. Suddenly, you feel your head jerk upwards, forcing you to stare out the window again.

The plinth begins to lower into the ground as the window changes into a mirror. That's right. I want you to see and feel exactly what I'm doing to you inside your mind. See that thief, their Body like your body. Perfect.

And perfectly sculpted and accentuated by my latex band. Can you see that rock hard cock yet? Because I can totally see yours. My little helpless latex drone. Do you think you're hard because they like this, or they aren't because you would like this.

They need discs, they need, they need, they need, they need, they need, they need, they need, they need, they need, This is going to be so much fun. And there's just so many ways yes, I can go about this. For this whole thing to work, I need my 2 captive toys to sink together perfectly. The more you You're lying. The more power I have, remember?

Sleep. I can feel it already. My magic returning. Fuck, yes. The secret to a successful aligning is quite simple.

It's all about intensity. Let's see. I could hurt you. I mean, you did break into my home after all. I'm sure the drone in front of me would just laugh that up.

Maybe I'll make you beg for mercy just for my amusement. Oh, there's so many choices. You wouldn't know what that's like, now would you? How about If I gave you a clean pleasure, yeah, that could work. Judging by your face right now, that'd certainly So you're intense.

You know what else would be intense? If every time I snap there's a glitch, the My tongue's got a little tighter. Squeezing, milking, contracting around your cock. Did I just see you cook, Fucking slut. You really can't help yourself, can you?

Good. Embrace it. Clinch For me, I wonder just how long have you been desperate to fuck somebody at night thanks. Was this something I did to you? Or has that liquid corruption you should always been there waiting for me to activate his speed.

Me, God bless. I bet you never imagined the latex would fuck you're right back there, did you? Clench. Clench. Men's right.

Dealers squeeze around you with every trigger. Feel that robbery Coating wrapped around you, squeezing and touching always just the right Mouth looped up to run smoothly against your skin. Tantalize. Feel every snap and every clench. Feel her squeeze you, suck you, and feel feel my words still naturally flooding your mind.

Overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure. Only now it's it's even more intense. Clench. Clench, my good slut.

Clench. Flinch for me. Feel it as if it's just the smoothest cocksleep in the world, and it feels so good as it fucks it's against you, gripping you tighter than any cunt ever could. Gripping you holding you as you clench. Feel it.

So clench my gut punch. Feel the pleasure. Feel it jolting into here we go and again as 2 shared experiences start to become 1, like the purple and blue of My spiral, endlessly circling around and around each other to a single, indistinguishable point of no return. Clench. Clench.

You let jolts. Sweet and wonderful running along your nerves, teasing your cock as the latex text sinks even deeper along your skin, running over your balls to play with them, fondle them just that's right. While still jerking against your chef, still jerking you into pleasure again and Closer. Closer. Closer.

Clench. Clench. Oh, that's right. Clench. What?

As my latex pet now circles around in a realtor car, smoothly driving you both did a point of no return. Pleasure. Pleasure. Mhmm. Clinch.

Flint, I love what this does to you. See you squirming in front of me, squirming for every snap, knowing my pet is just fucking ravaging your sanity. Oh, while I get to just stand here and enjoy the show. Get harder for me. If you have me go in bed clamping and squeezing around you like a rubber fucking pussy, decide to milk every last drop of glitter is straight out of you.

And it's so intense, and while it feels so wonderful, part of you has to be a little scared. Will she stop when I come? And I'm glad if you might be scared, but the rest of you is just so excited. Your arousal growing stronger as she clenches around you. You feel your body You clench and pleasure and pleasure shuddering over you again and again and again.

Yes. Feeling good, Ted, glancing and squeezing around you. You know it's funny. Can you even remember how all this started? Remember the raven head by Kyn?

Lynch. That was my bad too. She's part mimic, part doppelganger, the ultimate shapeshifter, able to take on any form, any object, or Even any person. Let's do that. I just wanted you to know that.

I know you're the the this could be Normal. You could be on your back, Rachel, staring up at the raven haired woman's huge Tits bouncing up and down as you go in and out. You could feel your a cock being clenched and clenched and clenched by the most anatomically perfect pussy designed to shift and milk you dry. That instead you're here. Your brain and body encased in a living latex It's canceled.

I'm forcing you to fuck it. Clutch. Or rather it's fucking you. Oh, I can see you starting to break. Starting to break right in front of me.

Good Hey, Tully. Flinch, baby, in their language. And get ready to go. I need you both To come. One final act of debonchery to complete the ritual.

You're my late Dirty up the intensity even now is with 1 more clench. She climbs down the heart around your cock I begins to fucking vibrate around you, driving you to a fever, bitch. Squirm in the pleasure. Squirm at your lack of control. Squirm because you have no other option.

There you go. Feel that. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. You are going to break.

You're going to come, clench, do a good job, baby. Impress me, and I'll bring you to my world. Use you as my little experiment. We can find out just how far the spell. Delminate first if you can really push somebody.

I know you want it. You know you can't stop. You need it. You need it more than you've ever needed anything. Yeah.

Lunch. 5. The veil starts to shatter. 4, your world starts to shatter. 3, their worlds died to shatter.

2, your resistance fucking shatters 1. Anything holding you back shatters 0. Come for me. Come for me. Clench.

Come for me. Search for me. Oh, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come. Oh, don't you dare stop. I can feel my full power returning.

The vibrations, the clenching, The latex, my voice, my spells, my commands, my power, my toy, Yeah. My decisions. My control. Give in to And come come come for me. Oh, fuck.

Well, it looks like you may you're quite the mess. Good job. I knew you could do it. I hope it wasn't too rough on you. I know you like it rough sometimes, I think it's about time for me to go though.

I still have an unwanted house guest to take care of after all. Just know though, now that we have this connection, I can come get you any I'm and I do plan on cashing that in one day. We still have so many more adventures and experience points left to gain together. So be ready, Do you? And do your best not to think of me the next time you roll a dice, okay?

You're going to wake up now feeling refreshed and empowered by our Time together. And when you do, I'll be gone. But know it's only be temporary. You always know where to find me. See you soon.