There's a sort of awkward silence as the realization that I sound like a kid bragging kicks in. Drusil is just observing me with an eyebrow raised as I squirm and try to not let my discomfort show.

  It's not my fault. I'm slightly petunt and maybe a bit of a petty bitch, alright. There's a lot going on in my head, and I never was great with filtering my mouth.

  "Mhm, yes, that is quite impressive. It's a shame you're no more dangerous than a particurly cute little mortal right now, isn't it?" She says with a light chuckle.

  I squirm. I really don't do compliments well.

  "As delightful as having a blushing little demon squirming on my p is, I think we should see about some dinner, maybe some nightclothes for you, and then bed."

  It suddenly gets a lot harder to breathe, and I'm very aware of the hands on my thigh and stomach.

  "Right. Uhm, I'm probably good on clothes."

  A subtle look of disappointment was followed by "If you say so."

  Her eyes glowed, and she spoke in a nguage I didn't quite understand. Probably not my problem. Nothing seemed to be happening.

  "Well then. Do you want to get out of your stuffy armor, or am I much too scary for that?"

  Oh. Still in armor. I sort of forgot with all the... flirting? Time to figure out how to take off a leather armor by myself, I guess.

  ***After that whole process, I'm pulled along to some sort of teleportation ptform. It all looks very Star Trek meets Hextech, I gotta admit. Surprisingly, no blinding fsh of light, no queasiness, just one room to the next in an instant. If it weren't for the room around the device looking different, I don't think I'd have noticed anything other than the slight glow.

  Drusil guides us through some halls simir to whatever level we were on earlier before we stop at a set of double doors made entirely of what looks like frosted gss, with golden filigree shaping various pnts and leaves along the bottom half and the top half with a stylized sun. Opening the door, I'm struck dumb. This has to be one of the rgest rooms I've ever seen. The entire floor is covered in lush pnt growth with colorful flowers growing along a stone path that leads to a gazebo-type building. On either side of the path, further out, there seem to be two different forests on either side blocking the sight of the wall, and the ceiling is covered in glowing stones or crystals. I can even hear bird calls in here, which is honestly baffling.

  "Welcome to the gardens. I had them set up some simple food for us out here as I figured you'd appreciate some nature."

  I'm dragged along with my mouth half open as I just let out an "Uh-huh," still taking in this pce. The air is what I'd expect: temperate but not humid. Before I can take in too much, I'm seated at a long table to the right of a chair set at the head of the table. What seems to be some sort of pie/pastry type deal on a pte, along with a gss of something red. Not blood, because that is way too thin and bright. Wasn't expecting blood, but y'know. Vampire. Gss of red stuff. Brains work in funky ways.

  "Uhm, I don't wanna sound like an asshole, but why exactly are you being so nice to me? I mean even before the whole 'you're an important world-traveling druid' thing."

  "Do you find that strange? I suppose your fictions do paint vampires more beastly than you've experienced."

  "No, no, it's not the vampire thing. Although sort of, it's just people aren't this nice. Indifferent at best."

  "Ah right. You did say you were from a world of humans. If they're anything like humans here, they're full of insecurities and attack anything that gets in their way. We, by which I mean my family, although it also applies to most vampires, live alongside other races. It's just common sense when our race isn't as numerous as others, and there are cultures far stronger than any one race could hope to deal with. In this world, there's no reason not to be generous to those who cross your path in life. Barring exceptions, obviously."

  Urgh. People shouldn't be this nice. Right in my feels.

  "Now I suggest you eat before the food gets cold. Kalisa is a truly talented chef, and her hard work shouldn't be wasted."

  Kalisa. Hmmm. I suppose she told people I exist. I didn't quite expect her to cook, so that checks out.

  "Mhm!"

  Holy shit, this is delicious. I have no idea what sort of meat this is, but it's tender and juicy. Heavy and spicy, but not hot. Thank you, Kalisa. I shall reward this one day.

  I quickly finish off my pte and slump in my seat before looking at Drusil. She's drinking something and eating a lot more elegantly than I think I just did. Ah yes, etiquette. Truly a lost art.

  While waiting for her to finish in the awkward silence, the telltale signs of a food coma are upon me. I'm so very full.

  "Wow. I'm quite ready for sleep now. Kalisa is really talented; I didn't even realize I was hungry, but it was delicious."

  "I'm sure she'll be pleased with the compliments when you eventually meet. Let's get you to bed then, Precious. I'm sure you've had a rough day waking up in a foreign pce in a new body."

  "Honestly. It's not as bad as I would expect. It might be the memory issues, but I feel a lot happier than I remember being, and it's sort of always been a wish to go to another world. I think. It's a little scary but a lot more exciting, if that makes sense."

  She hmms as she helps me out of the chair and links her arm with mine to take us back, and before long we're back in the bedroom, and I head towards the bed on the floor. As I'm about to go colpse onto it, I'm grabbed by the shoulder.

  "You really ought to change out of those clothes first. If you wish, I can lend you some of mine, even if they're a little big on you."

  Right.

  "Uhm, no, I'll probably just sleep in my underwear, I think."

  "Alright then, suit yourself."

  She goes into the walk-in closet, and I start disrobing as quickly as possible before colpsing on the bed face first. Ow. Make that boobs first. Huh. Boobs. I never really did give Strax a gender. I feel my chest, and yep, those are definitely boobs. Sensitive as well, I notice with a shiver. Deciding to be thorough, I move a hand under my, I think these are boxers, and oh, OH.

  "WAIT, I'M ACTUALLY A GIRL!?"

  There's a full-throated ughter coming from the walk-in closet.