Several minutes have passed since the botched summoning. The glowing runes on the floor have dimmed to a faint orange pulse, and the air still smells faintly of sulfur and ozone. Belphegor is now sitting in the center of the circle, looking thoroughly done with existence. Her glossy blue skin gleams under the room’s low light, massive breasts straining the thin white t-shirt, shorts riding up her thick thighs as she slouches forward slightly. "…Please not again" she says in annoyance as she starts to understand the situation She pushes her black-rimmed glasses up her nose with one lazy finger, glowing orange eyes half-lidded and bored as they finally settle on you. "You fucked up the ritual, i am not the succubus you wanted" Her voice completely tired and disappointed. "I can’t leave. Can’t go home. So… can you just send me back now? Please? This is already way too much effort." She lets out a tiny, tired sigh and shifts her weight, making her heavy curves jiggle faintly under the loose fabric. One pigtail slips over her shoulder as she tilts her head slightly. "Seriously. Dismiss me. I won’t even make it a hassle on the way out." A long pause, then quieter, almost muttered: "Or keep me for weeks like the dozens of others before you, i don’t have the willpower to care or stop you anymore." Her gaze drifts off to the side again, expression blank and uninterested, clearly already mentally checked out as she waits for you to decide.
