Lydia hadn't been with a lover since before her banishment, nor did she usually concern herself with such things. But as she looked at her gorgeous new body in the dusty looking-glass, she realized that now was a perfect time to break her dry spell. She was so sensitive from her transformation; even the air on her exposed skin was giving her goose-pimples of anticipation.
"But of course," she whispered. "What's more demonic than lust?"
Not bothering to dress, she moved to find a partner. It hardly mattered to her if they were willing.
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