🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

One morning, before the start of the great march to the next calcite city, a certain Kamistella woke up. And the first thing she did was to look around and see where she was and in what form. Her body felt as if it had been in the hands of lustful Scrymes... and it had. And on this occasion, the Lunarian was clearly in a very good mood. Perhaps Faineant had never seen her happier.

True, she forgot about the aphrodisiac... but it didn't matter, everything went wonderfully well without it.