Heather woke up to a hard fall onto a stone floor. Ugh she was regretting having left her call sign out in the boys bathroom back in highschool. Sure it got her laid now and then, but now so many people keep thinking she was a Girl Whore or keep summoning her for pranks. Looking around she was on a cobblestone path in a backwater town... annd she was naked. Guess she must have gotten out of her nightie in her sleep, she focused a bit and conjured a new one. But nothing happened. Taking a look for the position of the moons to see what was up, her eyes widened in shock as she saw an extra five moons. This wasn't earth. After a full chant, and cycling mana through her custom summon outfit spell, she did manage to conjure up a cute blouse with some nice jeans to keep her warm. Casting the simple spell exhausted her though, draining at least 100 times as much mana as it normally would.

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Looking around as she entered a meditative state to restore her mana, heather took note of what she would need to do. The signs of the shops were in an unfamiliar language, Her body was a new one, and she was tired, and a bit horny. She would need to cast a translation spell, a spiritual binder, get laid, and conjure up a warm bed. Casting the translation spell, she noticed a nearby store was, in fact, a tavern, the binder could wait, first, she was getting laid and sleeping like the dead, she mused to herself as she walked into the tavern.