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Without making a further bargain, just summoning the demon shouldn’t do anything irrevocable. And he had to know. Had to see.
    So there he stood, carefully inked summoning spell in hand, ritual candles backed up by electric lights (and a battery lantern.) While he had streamlined and strengthened the internal logic of the spell it had seemed prudent to use the phrasing in the book: Simon’s Latin had come back quite well with a month of forced study. He shouted the final phrase.
     
    “Prodio et oboedio! ”
     
    There was no puff of smoke, no flash of lightning, no clap of thunder. There should have been, but there wasn’t.
     
    She just was.
     
    Simon’s jaw dropped as he took her in. Standing in the middle of the circle, looking around with interest, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The most beautiful woman he had ever imagined. Long red hair fell to her bare shoulders, glowing like a flame over pale skin. Brilliant green eyes flared as she locked her stare onto his face. Her tongue slowly slid over her lips and she smiled lazily. He couldn’t speak.
    She put her hands on hips covered by a painted-on skirt. Despite all logic and reason she was dressed for a night in a modern dance club, with a leather corset framing a devastatingly curved body. Breasts just the perfect size threatened to slip out of her top, gently shaking as she moved. In her high-heeled boots she matched Simon’s six-foot height exactly and he could almost feel her pressed to his body. His cock stiffened painfully.
    Finally, she spoke. “You’ll catch flies doing that, you know.”
    This was not what Simon had expected. “Do... doing what?”
    “Standing there with your mouth open like that. Do that Downstairs, and you’ll be sorry. You don’t know from flies until you’ve been Down Below.”
    She’s teasing me . He shook his head slowly. She looks like a club girl and she sounds like one. The perfect club girl, but just a club girl. But she has to be...
    “Who are you?”
    She looked impatient. “I’m the demon you summoned, dummy. And before you ask, I’m not speaking your language. You’re hearing it, and you’ll hear it in your own manner of speaking. It’s magic. It’s how it works.”
    “But you look... human.”
    “Well, what did you think I would look like? I try to appear in a form the summoner will find... tempting. I do have a certain image to maintain. I must say, I like your taste in clothes. These feel absolutely wicked. Of course if you asked nicely, I’d take them off.” She leered at him, but there were actual hints of humor in the smile. Simon knew that if she did that, he’d be lost. He didn’t dare.
    “I... I don’t know. I knew you’d be beautiful but I didn’t really think...” She preened at the word “beautiful” and the smile made it even harder to think.
    “What a sweet boy you are. What do you want me to look like?”
    He still couldn’t speak coherently. “What you look like now is amazing .” Another charming smile at this. “What... what do you look like usually?”
    This time she actually laughed. “Careful! Aren’t you afraid I’m really some hideous monster? With leathery wings...” She leaned toward him, not quite crossing the border but close, so close. Her voice lowered.
    “... and terrible claws...” She waggled exquisite black-painted fingernails at him. He leaned in, captivated.
    “... and razor-sharp fangs... the better to EAT YOU WITH!” He jumped back with a cry as she screamed out these last words, mouth open wide. Then she laughed again, harder. The sound still came from between impossibly perfect lips. “You should have seen your face.” She smacked her ass as she laughed and the slap of her skin on the ridiculously tight skirt went right down his spine with a shudder.
    “Don’t do that.” She nodded with a Cheshire grin. She had to do what he said within the limits, but trying to get her to stop scaring him was probably a lost cause. He