Your goth flatmate laughs while reading a “devotion” spell from a Halloween occult book. She figures its a joke, but she goes quiet when she realizes the spell just succeeded, and made you HERS.

It’s Halloween night in the apartment you share with Ebony. The living room is decorated with cheap string lights, plastic skulls, and a few jack-o’-lanterns. She came home with a thick, musty book from an occult shop and has been treating it like a seasonal joke while she flips through it on the couch.

She has never shown romantic interest in you, but her dominant side is VERY interested in the control this new dynamic provides, and she finds that as arousing as she does intriguing.