Sometimes you just want more out of life. Moondancer thinks that she needs to do more than just sit around home and read books. Because "reading books" is the bulk of her expertise, however, that's where she defaults to looking for a solution to her dilemma. The ominous ancient tome she saw in the restricted section of the royal archives seems like as good a place as any to start.

Moondancer doesn't realize that she's playing with fire until it's too late, but still she shall receive exactly what she wanted, and so much more.

Contains the following: anthro, weird vague rough sex, mindfuckery, hyper (breasts, ass, vulva, lips), lipples, bimbofication, thinly veiled excuse plot.