As the bell rings and your classmates stream out, you approach the instructor’s desk.
“Hey, Ms. Winters? I noticed that neat looking rock on your desk, and I was wondering what it was is it natural?”
Your surprisingly sexy math teacher looks to the mana stone and back to you before answering casually,
“No idea, Anon. It’s just something I picked up at an antique store one time. Tell me, how are you doing on the homework?”
“It’s fine. But hey, maybe I could research it and tell you what you have. If you let me borrow it for a day or two, I’m sure I could identify it for you.”
“…I don’t know, it was kind of expensive.”
“Come on, aren’t you curious Ms. Winters? It’s not even mine and I’m burning with curiosity. Please?”
The MILF gives you a lingering once-over before replying,
“OK Anon, I’ll let you borrow it. BUT if you don’t give it back within a couple of days… your ass is mine. Agreed?”
“Uh-of course. I’ll have it back in two days even if I can’t find anything. Agreed.”
Her language catches you off guard, but at least you convinced her. Your teacher hands you the mana stone, and you catch her smirking at you on your way out the door.
You rush up past your neighbours to your grandfather’s apartment, where you’re staying while attending school. The nubile twenty-something next door is running in your building’s work out room, while the hot spinster across the hall is carrying groceries home.
Paying them no mind (well, maybe you pay the runner a little mind), you head into your unit and hastily set up the ceremony.
After drawing the symbols and arranging the reagents, you set down the mana stone in the centre of a magic circle and intone the incantations.
“Mi alvokos vin, Lilith."
According to your grandfather’s tome, the low level of mana ambient on Earth makes this a difficult spell to pull off, necessitating the mana stone.
"Mi proponas servon, cxar potenco."
Thus, only the resourceful could pull off a spell like this.
"Instruu al mi sorcxarto kaj mi portos ĝin en via nomo."
A heavy wind picks up outside, causing the hanging baskets to knock against you deck as the lights flicker. This is followed by a pause. Despite following all instructions, nothing seems to be happening. Just as your wondering if your grandfather’s stories really were fiction, you hear a knocking from the deck once more.
You decide to take down the hanging baskets before they damage something, but as you open the door you notice… a girl!
“About time you answered! It’s your mana we’re burning here, you know.”
As she steps into your apartment, you notice the girl's skin seems to shift in color to vaguely match whatever's behind her. From the brown of your deck to the white of your walls, the only constant is her blue eyes. Though you can see her hair shift to be a slightly darker color than her skin, you have trouble averting your eyes from her completely bare flesh.
“Are you… Lilith? The spell worked!?!”
"That's flattering but I'm a sylph, not a goddess. I've been sent to negotiate a contract. I can see you're surprised to see me, but I assure you I have authority to… seal the deal."
Her tone changes with these last words as she evaluates your form. The sylph gestures for you to sit at the table. You take the seat, but instead of sitting at one of the other chairs, she makes an impossibly delicate hop onto the table in front you. The brief flight puts your head level with her breasts, and it's hard to pretend you're unphased by them.
“The basic agreement would be as follows: you gain the power to initiate your own contracts with Lilith's agents here on Earth. You would channel their abilities, powered by the magic of the contract itself. No mana required, so you could use magic even in this low-magic environment. In exchange, you’d do a rare mission here or there for Lilith. Nothing major. You’d be spreading Lilith’s influence just by exercising her power on this plane, so we’re not asking much of you. Sound good?”
Do you accept? Have any questions?