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The City of Anteronia is where love abounds in all its forms. To some, that is an excellent gift of openness and delight. To others, it is a wretched cesspit of the most depraved sorts of actions.

For many who aren’t familiar with the everyday goings-on of the town, the eruption of a giant worm from the middle of the street would be unprecedented and terrifying. For the average Anteronian, it is just another example of the strangeness attracted to this beautiful yet sinful city.

The worm sends cobblestone and concrete this way and that as it breaks through. Carriage and cart veer out of the way as citizens screech, scream, and run toward areas of relative safety.

The massive monster rolls out its tongue, letting the muscle slap wetly upon the undisturbed pavement beyond its emergence point. It bellows hot, humid air from its gullet.

The onlookers who had not run from the terror watched in awe and morbid curiosity as Zozafina stepped out from the massive monster’s mouth, her shoulders draped in a white cloak, her heels no doubt poking at the creature’s flesh. Despite having emerged from its moist gullet, she is untouched by digestive juices and other effluvia. She is pristine, dry, and proper.

Once outside her mode of transportation, Zozafina stomps on that tongue, ushering forth a wave of magical energy that spreads throughout the monster.

It groans, shudders, and shrinks, shriveling until it becomes nothing more than a small snake. She reaches down for the serpent, which slithers up her arm and drapes itself over her shoulders, giving her quite a regal look.

The people murmur and watch the display, each enraptured and afraid to move away. This gives the dark elf sorceress an audience to which she can proclaim.

“I’m looking for Innocence Avenue. Grant me the directions there, you pathetic little ants!”

As soon as she speaks, a pink light shoots out from a nearby alley. She deftly dodges it, twirling around to face the would-be assassins with practiced ease.

Standing in that alleyway is a human woman dressed in a pink jacket and skirt. The heart motif on her is apparent everywhere, even in her pink hair and heart-shaped eyes. She holds a shield before her, sharing that motif with the rest of her.

Seeing this newcomer, Zozafina can only smile and cover her lip with a polite hand. “Oh, my, if it isn’t Magical Girl Purity, come to see me once more!”

Purity blinks, holding up her stance. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, you invader! Who are you, and what have you planned for my fair city?”

“Oh me, oh my,” the sorceress tuts. “Do you have such a short memory as to forget the Tournament of Pleasure? How unfortunate you don’t recognize one of your fellow champions.”

Purity furrows her brow. “I don’t… remember all the details,” she admits.

“Well, isn’t that fascinating?” Zozafina says, “But I’m not here to study your amnesia. I’m here because I have an appointment and do not want to be late. Now, run along and play hero with some gigantic beast.”

Zozafina turns and slowly walks off down the road—any direction will do in this situation, of course, but stops when the magical girl calls out to her.

“Wait!”

She sighs, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then turns around, offering a practiced smile.

“This interruption had better be important, girl.”

“You’re that woman who got eaten by the Naga champion, Chanda!”

Zozafina’s lip twitches. “Yes, it seems your memory is more intact than you realized. How good for you.”

“Why?”

“Excuse you?”

“Why would you throw away a win like that? You demanded he’d devour you.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Zozafina says, stroking the snake on her shoulder. “I had my fill with the fights and wished to experience something he was afraid to show the world. Many hesitate to reveal our true selves to the public, and we die masked. How unfortunate, don’t you think?”

Purity lowers her shield. “I think I can understand that. So, you’re not here to cause trouble?”

“None at all,” the sorceress says, reaching under her cape and tossing a bag of coins. “I can pay for the damages, so you don’t have to worry your pretty little head over it.”

Purity frowns, her feet shifting.

Zozafina’s smile widens, scooping up her serpentine companion. “If you’re so curious about what it’s like… maybe you should have a little fun yourself.”

“I… what?”

The sorceress tosses the snake, which flies through the air, growing and shifting. It doesn’t reach the towering heights of its previous worm form, but it takes on a size that dwarfs the magical girl standing before it. Its upper half loses its scales, flaking off until a soft, alabaster skin remains beneath. Arms emerge, unfurling from large breasts. Its hair is slick and sticking to its head, covering one eye. The other is predatory, gleaming in Purity’s direction. It's smooth, open, and wide, with a hungry and sadistic grin.

“You came here looking for a monster to fight. Then go ahead. My pet needs a little exercise to work off their previous meal.”

The snake woman lunges at Purity, grabbing the magical girl by the shoulders and pinning her to the ground. Her breasts smush against Purity’s face, keeping her from seeing her surroundings. The defender kicks and squirms underneath that massive body.

“That’s a good girl,” the mistress of transformation coos, turning back toward the crowd and scanning over all the people there. “So, who will tell me how to get to Innocence Street?”

One of the bystanders bows his head before her and asks, “Oh, powerful Zozafina—what use do you have for that road?”

“Why, my good sir,” she coos. “I must head there, for I have an appointment at Baker’s Bakery.”