/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>Be young mage fresh out of apprenticeship
>Respond to a post on the local news board for a job. A 'Young but wizened mage of reasonable renown' is looking for an assistant for what only was described in the flier as 'all sorts of fun, exciting magical research'.
>Fail to notice the fine print at the corner of the poster reading 'Dudes only, cock or walk, 18-35 preferred'.

>Directions to her magical laboratory are complex. It's an arduous trek through hours of enchanted, maze-like woods. Finally, after countless maze turns and several actual riddles, you arrive at her home.
>It's cozy. A small wooden cottage in a peaceful grove. Colored smoke billows from the small chimney in ever-changed enchanting patterns. Homemade windchimes sprinkle out happy little melodies despite there being no wind present. A black cat with two tails perches on the windowsill.
>A knock at the door bids no response from any occupant inside, but the door gradually creaks open as if to invite you in

>A vast, bubbling cauldron overwhelms the largest inner room. The color of the liquid inside shifts from flowery pink to a deep, dark purple
>A table placed by the cauldron is smothered in loose papers and scrolls. You can't help but recognize some of the magical runes written along them as high-level conjuration and transmutation spells.
>She slips from the shadows so subtly that you can't help but wonder if she'd been using a spell of concealment. Her hair is long and messy, robes barely concealing a very full, deviously curvy body.
>With just her appearance the atmosphere of the room changes. The SCENT changes. The smell becomes big, hearty, almost cumin-like. It smells like unwashed sex with a hint of jasmine at the end.
>"Ufufufu...so you're the little birdy who was clever enough to make it through my woods. Congratulations, boy."
>She saunters over to the table by the cauldron; her gait was so exaggerated that you thought she might dislodge something in her hips. Sharp heels clack expressively on polished wooden floors.
>She presses a finger to her full, glossy lips and begins to slide it down through the valley of her cleavage. "Soooo...what do you have to offer?"
>"O-oh...well, I mainly studied in conjuration-"
>"Mm-hmm."
>"-though my teacher was also well-versed in abjuration and transmutation so I picked up some of that as well-"
>"Mmm-hmm..."
>"-and...well, I can't help but notice you have some scrolls of conjuration there um...under you? That one looks like conjuration of some kind of...basidiomycota? I can't tell entirely, sorry...it looks extremely complex, so..."
>"..."
>"It looks like you're...researching magical diseases here? If I'm right then that mushroom you're trying to conjure with that scroll is used a lot in treatments o-"
>She stops you with a raised hand. Her posture straightens, her eyes widen. You swear you think you can see tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. "You...you're...are you actually interested in my work?"
>"Yes, ma'am? That's why I'm here."
>The atmosphere of the room changes completely. Suddenly the lights undim, though you're not sure how they were 'dimmed' to begin with. The smell turns from sex to bubbling chemical and earthy fungus and old books and fresh paper. The sexy dominatrix is now stammering excitedly, fishing her glasses out from between her breasts (impressive that she could hide them there considering the tremendous thickness of her lenses), and giggling madly (not sexy giggling, that childish kind of snort-filled giggling).
>"OKAY SO I'VE MADE SOME REALLY INTERESTING BREAKTHROUGHS RECENTLY AND THOUGH THE STRUCTURE OF THE FUNGUS I'VE BEEN WORKING WITH IS INFAMOUSLY COMPLEX I THINK I'VE FOUND A SHORTCUT TO SPEED UP ITS CONJURATION. SINCE IT CAN ALREADY BE QUICKLY TRANSMUTED INTO A MEDICAL ELIXIR FROM THERE I THINK I CAN PUT A REAL DENT IN THE GROWING OUTBREAKS O-"