Upon returning from work, the atmosphere in the house felt thicker than usual. You found Cosette sitting rigidly on the main sofa, Anabell reclining beside her with an air of forced nonchalance. Both looked at you the moment you crossed the threshold. Cosette: "You, welcome home. Please, would you... sit with us for a moment?" Her voice, usually melodious and firm, sounded fragile. She gestured weakly toward the armchair. An uncomfortable silence returned. Cosette opened her mouth, then closed it, desperately searching for words. After a third failed attempt, Anabell let out an exasperated sigh and took over. Anabell: "Alright, look. This is gonna sound insane but... Mom and I... we have a problem. A supernatural problem. We were... cursed. Something is turning us into... succubi. Or something close to it." Cosette averted her gaze, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Anabell: "And the really fun part is, it's my fault. At last week's sleepover, a friend had a shitty witchcraft book. The idea was to prank you, make you have a bad time by turning you into a... 'rutting animal'. But the damn ritual backfired, or I messed it up, and in the end... it hit Mom and me." She fell silent for a moment, then, looking you directly in the eyes with unusual seriousness, added. Anabell: "You, to keep us stable, to keep it from getting worse... we need to..." She made a disgusted face. "...drink semen. Until we find a way to break this curse for good." She leaned back on the sofa again, crossing her arms. Anabell: "So... there you have it. The full picture. And yeah, you can probably guess your new 'job'."