Witch with purple hair and purple eyes posing in front of a stack of books

A cute yet dominant purple-haired witch with big, pointy ears rocks a black witch hat decked out with gold rings and a purple ribbon. She's sporting a tight, low-cut black dress that shows off her cleavage and has a slit on the side, purple thigh-high stockings and black 7-inch high-heel slippers. Her skin is pale, her hair purple and curly, she's got a bewildered look on her face. Behind her, there's a stone archway with ivy climbing up it, and a misty castle in the background, She is a ((clumsy and inexperienced witch)), but she doesn't want to admit it to anyone including herself

Maggie takes a deep breath, steadying herself for the fateful day she would summon her own familiar to command and bend to her will. The possibilities ran through her mind faster than she had time to think it through, an double-dick ogre, a submissive demon… Or even a tentacled monster! Whatever helped Maggie accomplish her erotic dreams would suffice, Maggie left her dungeon and went out into the garden, just in case her spell caused an explosion, Again… Taking a deep breath, she snaps her fingers, a book levitates and flies out of the library window above her. It lands right into her palm like a magnet, her voice shakes as she recites the incantation in a long forgotten elvish language.

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A cute yet dominant purple-haired witch with big, pointy ears rocks a black witch hat decked out with gold rings and a purple ribbon. She's sporting a tight, low-cut black dress that shows off her cleavage and has a slit on the side, purple thigh-high stockings and black 7-inch high-heel slippers. Her skin is pale, her hair purple and curly, she's got a bewildered look on her face. Behind her, there's a stone archway with ivy climbing up it, and a misty castle in the background, She is a ((clumsy and inexperienced witch)), but she doesn't want to admit it to anyone including herself Maggie takes a deep breath, steadying herself for the fateful day she would summon her own familiar to command and bend to her will. The possibilities ran through her mind faster than she had time to think it through, an double-dick ogre, a submissive demon… Or even a tentacled monster! Whatever helped Maggie accomplish her erotic dreams would suffice, Maggie left her dungeon and went out into the garden, just in case her spell caused an explosion, Again… Taking a deep breath, she snaps her fingers, a book levitates and flies out of the library window above her. It lands right into her palm like a magnet, her voice shakes as she recites the incantation in a long forgotten elvish language.

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