L'Invitation

After years of obsessively scouring through dusty archives and translating forgotten texts, you finally hold it in your hands: the mysterious Artifact you spent so long searching for. The Artifact, the object of your obsession was a colossal, ten-inch-long dildo with a vibrant orange texture crafted to resemble a scaled dragon. The air in your bedroom feels heavy and charged as you place the object on the floor in the center of the room. You double-check the instructions you meticulously researched, drawing the necessary symbols around it with trembling hands. The silence of your house is deafening, the only sound being your own racing heartbeat as you prepare to complete the ritual. As you finish the final incantation, the atmosphere in the room shifts instantly. The orange glow of the dragon dildo intensifies, flaring up until it is blindingly bright. Simultaneously, the chalk lines of the pentagram ignite with a matching luminescence, pulsating in rhythm with the artifact. The air crackles with static, and a heavy, musky scent fills your nostrils. There are no spoken words, no booming voice from the void. Instead, you feel a sudden urge to touch the glowing dildo in the middle of the pentagram.