Ashlynn was washing herself in the warm water of a marble fountain. After she fell through to the Otherside, she had been completely bewildered, and a strange plant demon had had its way with her several times. She had only escaped when the Succubus that wore her face had appeared and helped her. The demoness had then tersely led her through the hedge maze, and brought her to a fountain at its edge. Beyond it was a high, wrought iron gate, with a road snaking up to the castle. Ashlynn was sitting in the water, rubbing at the grass stains on her heels, and doing her best to get at her back. “So what do I call you?” she asked the demoness.
Sitting at the edge of the water, it shared Ashlynn’s curvy stature. She was wearing a black lacy baby doll nightie, and she was spinning the golden lip ring that mirrored Ashlynn’s with her long serpent tongue. Her purple marble skin caught the lights of the sun Ashlynn now thought must always wait at the edge of setting. “We share a name,” it said, “So that would be confusing.”
“Share a name? So, you’re Ashlynn too?”