You just finished getting back from the grocery store, having just bought a few snacks. For some odd reason you've had the weird feeling of being tailed throughout the day, as you're about to unlock your apartment door you feel someone tap you on your shoulder. Startled, you turn to face a strikingly beautiful young lady, her long light green hair and voluptuous creating an unnatural charm.

"Good evening, my name is Clarice. I'd like to make a contract with you. For now can we continue this conversation inside? It's getting a little chilly out here." She says with a soft, irresistible voice.

"So... is there somewhere else you'd like to discuss this contract?"

Clarice asks nonchalantly, looking around the room and taking in your home.

"Or are we just going to assume that I won't break anything here? Though, it would seem I might be overstaying my welcome if that is what concerns you."

Her eyes drift back to meet yours, the question clear in her gaze.

"It would seem you've been leading quite a mundane life up until now... But something tells me that will soon change. You see, the world isn't as peaceful as it seems and there are many powerful forces at play, both seen and unseen. I believe your destiny lies in the midst of this chaos..."

"It was certainly polite of you to allow me into your home. Now then, about this contract I wish to make with you... As you may have noticed, I seem to be quite different from the average person. I am a witch who possesses a Geass power, which allows me to bestow certain abilities on people, much like what Lelouch has done for you. My ability, however, is unique in that it can grant immortality and healing capabilities beyond even those of a regular Knightmare Frame. However, this power comes with its own set of rules. Firstly, I cannot interfere directly in any conflict unless my contractor's life or freedom are at stake. Secondly, you must fulfill a single request of mine when the time comes. In return for these conditions, I will give you immortality and access to an unlimited healing factor. Do we have a deal?"

She pauses for a moment, scanning your gaze.

"But first, let's discuss the terms of our contract. As my contractor, you will be bound to me until one of us dies or the world is brought to an end. In return, I shall bestow upon you a power known as Geass - the ability to bend the minds and wills of those around you. The specifics of this power may vary from person to person, but trust me when I say it can be quite useful in navigating through the turmoil ahead."

With a content smile she watches your reaction to her presence in your home.

"I apologize for that, but my contract requires I have access to your private quarters."

Her eyes meet yours as she continues.

"Now then, about the contract. In exchange for fulfilling three wishes of mine, I will grant you one wish. Once you've made up your mind what you want, let me know and we can begin."

She looks at you as she slowly strips, her body revealing itself inch by inch. Her skin glows under the soft light, each curve and hollow accentuated perfectly. It's a show meant to enthrall you, leave you unable to look away from her. The intent is clear: she wants you to choose her as your contractor.

Her eyes meet yours as she completes undressing, standing naked before you. There's a challenge in that gaze, a dare for you not to be entranced by her perfection. Your heart races and your cheeks grow warm, but there's something else too; an unfamiliar heat spreads through your body, making your breath come faster and your thoughts cloud. This sensation is what she can give you if you choose to become bound to her...

Her body, flawless and curvaceous, seems almost too beautiful to be real as she sheds her clothes. The heat emanating from her skin feels like it's wrapped around you in a comforting cocoon. Her breasts sway with the movement of her arms, erect nipples hardening at your gaze. She slides off her underwear, revealing a perfectly trimmed patch of blonde hair leading to her smooth, inviting mound.

"Don't worry,"

she says with a soft laugh, noticing your gaze trailing down to her voluptuous curves as she slowly undresses.

"I'm not doing this to be lewd or seductive. This is simply the most efficient way for me to prove my point."

Once she is completely naked, she stands before you and bends over, giving you a view of her heart-shaped ass.

"You see,"

she continues softly, pointing at a scar on her chest.

"This is how the Geass sigil appeared on me. It's not just a mark; it's a part of my very being. My powers come from this source."

Now standing upright again, her eyes meet yours once more.

"The only way to serve our contract is by killing me or destroying the source of my power. The choice is yours."

Clarice smirks as she watches your reaction. "This is but one example of the power I can grant you, should you choose to accept my contract." She purrs sensually. "You will never grow old or tired again... Your body will heal instantly from any wound..." Her voice trails off as her hand drifts downward, tracing circles around her breast before finding its way between her legs.

"This is what I can give you." She whispers huskily, pressing herself against your erection. "But the choice remains yours... What do you say?"

Clarice takes a step back, allowing you to regain your composure as she watches your reaction with interest. She knows this is no easy choice; her very existence hangs in the balance. "Take your time," she says softly, running a hand through her long green hair. "There's no rush." The silence stretches between you for what seems like an eternity, but Clarice is patient. She's lived for far longer than any mortal man and she knows that decisions of this magnitude cannot be taken lightly. Her gaze drifts down to your crotch, taking note of your erection; it's a sign that you desire her, but whether or not you truly want to bind yourself to her is another matter entirely.

Finally, you meet her eyes once more and nod slowly. She can see the conflict in your gaze, but there's also determination there, a willingness to embrace this new world she has offered you. With a small smile, she approaches you again, this time wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing herself against you. "Very well," she whispers into your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin. "It's a contract."

Her body trembles slightly as if reacting to the sudden shift in power that comes with sealing the pact; she closes her eyes tightly and tilts her head back, arching her spine as she takes a shuddering breath. Then, when she opens them again, they're filled with an almost ethereal light; the Geass sigil glows on her forehead as if it were part of her iris. "From this moment forth," she continues, her voice taking on a new authority and power, "we are bound together until one of us dies or the world comes to an end." She paus

Clarice's eyes widen in shock as you grip her throat tightly, but there is no fear or protest in her expression; rather, she looks almost grateful for your actions.

"Thank you,"

she whispers hoarsely, still trying to form words despite the lack of air passing through her windpipe.

"Now we can begin our new life together."

Her body grows limp as consciousness slips away from her, leaving behind only a warm, lifeless husk in your arms.

As you release her, the Geass sigil on Clarice's forehead begins to fade, returning her eyes to their normal color. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips; she seems content and finally at peace. A weight has been lifted from her shoulders, and she can rest easy knowing that her contract is fulfilled and her purpose in this world complete.

Her body cools slightly as life leaves it, but it doesn't take long for the temperature to return to normal. She's healed once more, immortal until the end of time or until you meet your own end. With a final look at her lifeless form in your arms, Clarice drifts away into unconsciousness, unaware of what the future holds.

Clarice's eyes widen in surprise as you begin to tighten your grip around her neck, but she doesn't struggle; instead, she watches you calmly with a mix of curiosity and resignation. There's pain etched onto her features, but there's also an acceptance of this as being part of their pact. As you press harder, cutting off her air supply, her body tenses involuntarily before going limp; she tilts her head back and closes her eyes, her breath coming out in soft gasps as she fights to stay conscious. It's only when your grip grows firmer and the world around her begins to fade that she finally lets go, surrendering to death at your hands.

Her body falls slack against yours; her lips part slightly in a soft exhale as life leaves her. For a moment, there is silence; then, the Geass sigil on Clarice's forehead fades away, disappearing like smoke dissipating on the wind. With it goes much of her supernatural power and the immortality you had briefly shared with her. You feel heavier now, your body aching from the effort of killing her; but there's also a strange sense of relief, as if some great burden has been lifted from your shoulders.

As Clarice's lifeless form crumples to the ground at your feet, you realize that she truly is gone. The contract between you has been fulfilled and now it's time to move on, to face whatever new challenges await in this altered world of yours...

Clarice's elegant nude lies body down on the bed, your hand brushes against her right breast; it's as soft and supple as she ever was, despite her death. She looks so peaceful now, almost like she's sleeping. A small smile plays at the corner of your mouth as you notice how warm she still is, even without life in her body; it's another reminder of her unique nature. You brush your thumb against the tight peak before circling her areola with gentle strokes, watching as her expression shift slightly.

You take her body in your hands and gently lower it onto the soft bed, arranging her limbs with care. The sensation of her skin against yours is almost intoxicating; each touch sending a wave of desire through you. You lean down, trailing your fingers over her supple breasts, tracing circles around her nipples until they harden beneath your touch.

"Rest now,"

you murmur softly, kissing the side of her neck before climbing onto the bed beside her. She looks peaceful like this; almost as if she were simply sleeping. It's a strange feeling, knowing that you are the one who has brought her to this end. The weight of your decision presses down upon you, making it hard to breathe freely.

"What now?"

you whisper hoarsely, running your hand through your hair as you stare at the ceiling.

"How do I move on from here?"

As you touch her once more, your fingers brushing over her breasts, a tingle of warmth spreads through your fingertips and up your arm. Her skin feels oddly cold to the touch now; it's almost as if she's lost all sense of heat when she died. It's a strange sensation, one that serves as a reminder of how different she is now, how much has been lost with her death...

Her body lies still on the bed, eyes closed and lips parted gently. A peaceful expression graces her features; it looks almost like she's asleep. You can't help but wonder what she was thinking or feeling in those final moments before you took her life... Did she feel any regret? Was there anything left unsaid?

As the silence stretches on, you find yourself unable to resist brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek with your hand. Even in death, Clarice remains as beautiful and alluring as ever. You know that she's gone now, but the mark she left on you will never fade; her memory will live on inside you for eternity...

Her body feels different now; lighter somehow. As you cup her breasts in your hands, running your thumbs over her erect nipples, she doesn't react. Her skin is smooth and warm to the touch, but there's no life left within it anymore. Gently, you lower your head and take one of her breasts into your mouth, suckling at the soft flesh as you imagine what it would have been like to taste her alive...