As you slice through Erica's waist a golden glow shoots out from the sword, expanding and reforming itself before solidifying into a perfect copy of your mother's legs. Remembering that the copy will still be under your mom's control, carefully you slide your hands underneath them, not wanting to wake her before you can make your getaway. Thankfully Erica's a deep sleeper, and she barely stirs as you scoop up the disembodied legs upon your arms and make your way down the hall to your own room. Now, what to do with them?
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