“Oh my goodness!!!  I’m so excited to have such cute girls as my guests.  It’s not every day I get an all female party showing up,” Lucila purred as she walked in front with a sauntering gait.  Her supple ass and pronounced curves swayed with each step, her ass and tits bouncing with the perfect amount of perkiness.

Gareth winced, letting out a low breath as he crossed her arms over her chest.  “Yeah…  It wasn’t intentional, I assure you.”

Chalce stared around in awe, admiring the paintings lining the hallway wall.  Upon hearing the ongoing conversation, she blurted, “Well, Gareth is supposed to be a man.  Due to-- err…  Shenanigans, let’s say, she’s now a cute girl!”

“Oh?  Is that so?”  Lucilia sensually stated, a devilish grin spreading on her face as she stopped and turned toward her guests.

Gareth winced and was about to snap at the airheaded alchemist when Ingrid chimed in first.  “Miss Chalce!  You shouldn’t divulge such information.  It’s up to Gareth to tell others if she so chooses,” she gently scolded.

Chalce blinked and turned red, shifting her eyes away as she gripped her arm.  “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal or anything…”

Lucilia laughed, turning around as she continued down the hallway.  “She’s right,  Miss Chalce.  A smart adventurer doesn’t reveal her hand to anyone.  Not even a single card.”

“Mmmmph…”  Chalce huffed and hung her head, her pace slowing a little.  “You’re right, I’m sorry.  I’ll try to think before blurting stuff out.”

Gareth cast a thankful look toward Ingrid, deciding not to say anything further. ‘Having someone to help keep our alchemist in line could prove to be an immense boon,’ she mused.

Before long, they stopped at a door labeled ‘66’ and Lucilia let them in.  “Here’s where you’ll be staying!  Please have a look around.”

Gareth stepped in, her eyes widening as she marveled at the luxurious suite they had been given.  Finely carved and polished wooden floors and walls adorned with deep red and gold.  There were intricately crafted rugs, lamps, and furniture that each were no doubt immensely valuable.

While the girls expressed their own excitement and looked about, Gareth eyed the lamps and the ornate chandelier glistening overhead.  It seemed the lighting fixtures were fueled by mana and didn’t require oil or fire.  When she entered the kitchen, she found cold magic-fueled refrigeration,along with fire mana infused appliance for cooking.

Chalce went into the next room over and continued her investigation while Ingrid approached Gareth.  “I’ve never had such ritzy accommodations before!  Thank you for letting me in your party, Gareth,” she warmly stated.

Gareth faintly blushed.  Ingrid may have been a slime woman, but she had appealing, feminine curves and a soft, maternal voice that fit her personality well.  She felt a slight tingle in her loins, which she tried hard to ignore.  “We have a better chance of succeeding if we work together.  I’m glad to have you aboard,” she promised.

“I need to get going for the moment, so let me explain how this works!”  Lucilia called, waving for Ingrid and Gareth to approach.

Gareth raised an eyebrow before nodding and walking toward her.  “What is it?”

Lucilia gestured toward a small rectangular mirror mounted on the right side of the door.  “Place your finger tip here,” she insisted as she tapped on the mirror to demonstrate before stepping back.

Gareth briefly hesitated but ultimately relented and mimicked Lucilia’s gesture.  The mirror glowed with a soft silver light, causing Gareth to nearly jump.  After recoiling, she noticed the mirror fogging to the point where she could no longer see her reflection.  Instead, glowing words manifested within the mirror’s depths.

Ingrid watched over Gareth’s shoulder.  “Oh!”  She looked at Lucilia with a smile.  “This is quite the magic item.  What are we looking at?”

Gareth quickly realized the words formed a list. ‘Cafe, Baths, Fitness Center…’ These were the names of locations.  

“It’s simple!”  Lucilia exclaimed.  “Let’s say you want to take a bath.”  She stepped forward and pressed the ‘Baths’ option displayed on the mirror.  The door immediately glowed with a silvery light and stopped after a couple of seconds.  “Open up and have a look,” she insisted as she got out of their way and grinned.

Gareth stepped through the doorway and stared in complete awe.  What was once a hallway mere minutes before was now a luxurious bath with marble floors, steamy air, and ornate fountains.  She took a deep breath and stepped back, turning toward Lucilia.  “So, we close the door, select where we want to go, then open it-- just like that?”  She couldn’t deny the usefulness of such magic.

“Yup!  It’s that easy,” Lucilia chimed.

Ingrid was beyond impressed.  “There’s so much I can learn here!  I’m quite excited,” she smiled warmly.

Upon hearing the commotion, Chalce trotted in from the other room.  “What’s going on??  A magic door?”  

After Lucilia briefly reiterated how the door and mirror work, Chalce hopped in pure joy.  “What??? Really!?”  She poked her head out of the room, her hips swaying as she inhaled the steamy air.  “Th-- that bath…  I’m in heaven.  Who needs the trial?  I can just live here forever,” she insisted.

“Back inside, please,” Lucilia laughed.  After Chalce huffed and withdrew into their suite, Lucilia closed the door and turned to face the three adventurers.  “I’m sure you’re all interested to know how you can pass this trial.”

The group all paused, their full attention turning toward the pink-haired succubus.  Gareth grimaced, anticipating this would be a pain in the ass.

Lucilia brightly smiled and clasped her hands together.  “I will get straight to it, then.  You lovely ladies will be working for me over the next-- few days or so, I suppose,” she giggled.  “Well.  It could be a few days-- or a few months.  Maybe longer depending on a few factors.”

Gareth’s mind reeled as her heart rate picked up.  Working for a succubus in her brothel?  She already didn’t like the sound of that.  “And what would these factors be?”

“I’m glad you asked!”  Lucilia cleared her throat before continuing.  “You will have the option to serve in various roles.  As a hostess, a server, one of my ladies of the night, etcetera.  As long as you do good work, you’ll eventually pass my trial!”

Gareth winced upon hearing the various roles she could pick from.  Before she could speak, Ingrid stepped forward to talk.  “You said it could take days, months, or even longer to pass your trial.  How are you determining that timeline?  Is it purely up to how hard we work in our role?”

“Partially, yes…”  Her lips curled into a mischievous grin.  “The more money you make for Succulence, the faster you graduate and get to continue your trials.”

“Oh-- umm…”  Chalce stammered and grabbed her arm, trying to process all this new information.  “What job pays the best and will get us on to the next trial the fastest?”  The more she heard, the less appealing her  fantasy of staying at Succulence forever seemed.

The room fell silent as sweat beaded on Gareth’s brow. ‘She’s not serious, is she?’ She thought in response to both Chalce’s words and Lucilia’s explanation. “Chalce.  Take a second to think.”

Chalce’s eyes darted to the corner and moved back and forth as she bit her lip and combed through her brain.  In a couple of seconds, her eyes widened and she let out a small squeak.  “Y-- You mean we’ll have to, err-- see clients if we want to get out of here fast?  Like, privately?”

Lucilia laughed and nodded.  “That’s right, but it’s not a requirement for passing.  I will make you all into succubi and you won’t need to worry about aging, safety, pregnancy or disease.  When you finally leave for the next trial, I’ll return you all to your forms as they are now and you can continue on your way like nothing happened.”  She leaned forward, her cleavage squeezed between her arms.  “Even if you just want to serve food in our cafe, or check clients in at the front desk, you’ll eventually pass as long as you do your job with sincerity and passion.  You can also change jobs, mix and match, etcetera!  Of course, I’m happy to keep any of you who might decide they’d rather work for me,” she said in a teasing manner, giving them a wink.

Gareth let out a deep sigh and clenched her hands.  There was no getting around this, was there?  If she kept her head down and worked one of the lower tier jobs, she’d eventually get to leave.  There was no one waiting for her back on the prime material plane, and the trials had no time limit for completion, so it wasn’t like taking it slow would be an issue.  “When can we get started?”

Gareth sat on a comfy, red leather couch in a small lounge with fanciful crimson carpeting and decor much like the rest of Succulence.  Lucilia led them all to separate rooms where they would get transformed into succubi.  ‘I already have a pussy, so whatever, I guess,’ she sighed, crossing her arms as her foot impatiently tapped.  She grew sick of her massive tits chafing and the annoying pangs of longing that burned deep within her body’s core.

“All three of you should be able to hear this projection of my voice,” Lucilia’s sultry tone suddenly echoed through the room.

Gareth’s heart raced in surprise but she quickly calmed, letting out another sigh.

“The incense burners in each of your rooms will ignite and fill the room.  Simply try to relax and enjoy the process.  First, any transformative enchantments will be lifted.  I’ll talk to you all soon!  Te-ta for now!”

Immediately after the broadcast stopped, the incense burners in each corner glowed with an ethereal, purple flame and smoke began to fill the room.  Gareth shifted while recalling what Lucilia said about lifting enchantments.  What did that mean, exactly?

Once the musky, floral fragrance hit Gareth’s nose, she let out a sharp gasp.  As her muscles tensed, she stood to her feet, her tail swishing frantically.

“Agggggh!”  She groaned and doubled over.  Magic surged through her as her body tingled and glowed with purple energy.

In a matter of seconds, her body went through a rapid transformation.  She shrunk as her curves melted away along with her tits.  Gareth could barely comprehend what happened before realizing she had become a he again.  “Holy shit!”  His eyes widened as he shakily reached down and felt for his male equipment.  The tail and horns were gone as well.

After spending so long in strange, female bodies, he had his masculinity back.  Before he could celebrate, his insides churned while his bones creaked.  He already felt his hips changing shape while his chest expanded outward.  “Fucking hell…”  He groaned in defeat.  After getting his cock back, he would be losing it again.

“I-- I will be male again when I pass this trial,” he convinced himself, still feeling deeply frustrated.  “I-- ooooh!”  His voice climbed an octave while a burning, prickling sensation enveloped him.  He already felt his prostate expanding while his hips and waist contorted to suit the needs of feminine anatomy.  How different would it feel being a succubus?  Would her hormones spiral out of control?  Gareth had no idea, feeling only a mix of defeat and reluctant fascination toward the prospect of having a powerful, demonic body.

‘just need to work a shit job-- and do it well…  That’s all.  I’ll ignore my body as much as possible,’ Gareth insisted.

“Nyaa~ When do I get to train the rookies??”  Huffed a white-haired woman with black cat ears and a fluffy black tail.  She wore skimpy black lingerie with black thigh-highs and high-heels.  “That one who is supposed to be male interests me the most,” she purred as she flopped back in her red leather chair.

Lucilia sat nearby and let out a giggle in response.  “You’re always so eager to teach the trainees, huh, Nana?”

Nana grinned, fluffy tail swaying as she brushed her tongue against her fangs.  “I’ve never had the opportunity to teach a male-turned-female.  I desire nothing more than to witness how she handles her new cravings…  And to nurture them.”  There was no doubt in her mind that a great deal of fun would be coming her way.