Scarlette looked around. She was naturally suspicious. Naturally on guard, even for the unexpected. But even the times when she came across the unexpected, there was always a part of her sixth sense that was nudging her in the direction of alertness. But in Lucidity this night there was nothing. Nothing except the constant throb of her nipples and the weight of her breasts. She had begun to put it down to after effects. After effects of the little tabs that she and the Rascals had taken. She told herself, inside her mind that it would wear off. That it was all just part of the trip. There was the wetness between her legs. She tried to deny that to herself. Tried to discount that even though she could feel the slippery crotch of her panties sliding up against her sex lips.

"I know you can hear me Scarlette. Just stay as you are and listen. Don't involve your friends at all. Just listen."

All of a sudden Scarlette wasn't alone inside her head with her thoughts. All of a sudden there was someone or something else in there with her. She sat bolt upright. It was a female voice. A well-educated female voice. It sounded English, of all things. But the voice was filled with clarity. Filled with clarity and as though someone had hissed the words into her ear. She sat bolt upright and looked round. Like she expected to find the owner of that voice standing next to her or something. There was no-one. In the split second, Scarlette tried to get into the sixth sense that had never let her down in the past. There was nothing.

"Just settle down Scarlette. Settle down and listen. Your Slayer powers are useless and non-existent against me. I'm not a demon. Not a demon of the kind that you are used to dealing with."

"But w-what do you want? What are you doing? What's this all about?"

Scarlette was in some kind of state of disbelief, firstly that her senses had all but failed her completely. That had never happened to her before. Even now that she knew something wasn't right, her senses were telling her nothing. Nothing at all. She hadn't asked those questions out loud and yet in her mind she could hear her own voice. It was as though this other presence, whatever it was had entered her head and she was now having a conversation with it, inside her own head.

"Questions, questions and yet more questions. The others cannot hear me, I will be dealing with those separately. For now Scarlette this is between you and me."

As this voice spoke inside Scarlette's head, so there was a tingle and a massage of her nipples, making their erection more solid and more bullet like and making their throb more intense. Scarlette shifted, tried to alleviate something she thought was inside her mind, the same as that voice. Maybe she was imagining that voice like she was imagining her own arousal. Except that deep down she knew that she wasn't imagining anything and that this was real.

"I know you can feel that Scarlette. You can feel me seducing your breasts. I know its pleasuring you. If you look down Scarlette, and look down properly, you'll see that your breasts are bigger. Only slightly bigger, but bigger none the less. Feel one. Just take the weight of one and you'll see what I mean."

There was a pause, as though this voice, or the owner of this voice that had invaded the head space of Scarlette, was waiting for its simple and suggested instruction to be complied with. Scarlette's mind was in some kind of meltdown. If anything she wanted and needed to prove she must have been imagining this thing. That the drugs they had taken earlier had provided just a bad trip and nothing else. That had to be it. She did feel her breast. She felt it through the silk of the top she was wearing. She did it discreetly so that the others didn't see, or notice a thing. She gasped slightly. There was an increased swell. And a weight to the breast that she had never had before. It wasn't a huge difference but then it didn't have to be. Her thumb grazed over the silk covered nipple and she gasped again. She had never been so sensitive.

"What do you want?"

Her voice, even though it didn't come out of her mouth, sounded breathy and husky. Like she was absorbing the sexuality she was feeling. And more like she was barely dealing with it.

"Things are going to change Scarlette. Things are going to change in a big way. The group, the Rascals are going to change as well. I'm going to change things around. Turn things upside down and inside out in comparison to what they have been. I want to show you that despite your Slayer credentials - that you are little more than a normal, weak human being."

Maybe there was a slight hint that whatever this was in Scarlette's head was not human after all and that it was a demon if some sort. Like a demon playing tricks. She had had those demons before, trying to trick her and fool her.

"But why? Who are you and what is your ultimate goal?"

Scarlette was going into logical Slayer mode even though still she did not have that sixth sense. It was a wholly weird thing. She was being invaded psychologically by this presence and yet her sixth sense had failed her, utterly and completely. She had come across psychological demons before. Ones that had got into her head and tried to play havoc with her head space. But in those cases her powers had not failed her and she had defeated the demons in question. Here though this was different - event though whatever this was, was obviously unearthly. Or not if this world. There wasn't the danger associated with it. Not the danger of life being snuffed out anyway. If this was demon based then it was a whole new ball game.

"The why is simply to answer - because I can. The objective, the target goals are not that simple to get over in this conversation. I'm going to change you and I am going to alter you. I am going to change you and your friends forever and I am going to do that for no greater reason than I want to play with you. Play with your head, play with your sexuality and the sexuality and heads of your friends here. For instance, your breasts WILL be made bigger. The present slight enlargement and the arousal you're feeling a bit through your nipples and sexuality is just a demonstration of what I can do. A subtle demonstration if you like. I am capable of much, much more as you will find out."