Evil summons were at work, here on this rooftop in downtown Morroc.
The pentagram was outlined with fine diamond dust that sparkled from the light of five surrounding braziers. Incense filled the air with a sweet burning scent. Arcane words flowed from the wizardess' rouged lips, words that seemed to coalesce in the air before her.
Fiorenne Dastonia stood within the pentagram, skull-tipped wand raised, as she chanted the Opening. Her cloak whipped about, caught by the errant magewinds of the summoning, revealing her scantily-clad hour-glass figure.
Before her, a tear in the fabric of reality appeared, sliding down and widening slowly.
The flame-haired wizardess sighed, exhausted by the spell of Opening. The Door would open soon. She hoped this was the Door.
As she walked out of the pentagram, a man in blue leathers stepped out of the shadows, lute strapped to his back.
"It is done, Rinaldo," she said, sagging into the bard's arms. "We've got an hour or so before it fully opens. Let's make good use of it." She caressed the man's butt.
"You must rest, lady," the bard replied, concerned.
She raised her head to meet the bard's brown eyes with her fiery gaze.
"Oh, I'm never too tired for that, lover. Never too tired."
Rinaldo shivered in anticipation. The beautiful Fiorenne's passion for sex was matched only by her love of fire magic. She was a master of both arts.
This was going to be an interesting hour of waiting.
