You couldn't believe your luck! A drop-dead gorgeous woman that was a nymphomaniac, she lived right next door, and she wanted you? You'd be an idiot not to accept, but was it going to be your house, or hers? This might be a test.
If you went to her house, that would imply that you either don't care about your groceries, or it'd be done before your groceries stay out too long. You're also not sure what her house may include, which could easily lead to something that turns you off and ruins the entire event. If you went to your house, you'd be in a familiar setting and she wouldn't be able to imply anything about your endurance. She'd have to bring anything kinky with her, meaning you'd have time to discuss it. She also mentioned she wanted to see what you'd done with the place, meaning you might be snubbing her if you opt to take it to her house.
It wasn't an argument. Putting on your most persuasive face you can muster, you manage to speak in her presence. "We can go to my place. The groceries could go bad otherwise."
She beamed with excitement. "Great! I need to get some things ready, so put your groceries away. Also, prepare yourself for something truly life-changing."
You're not sure how dumb your smile looked, but you had to guess it was pretty dumb. You nodded, and got back to putting your groceries away. You haphazardly stacked the food into your fridge, then waited at the front for your neighbor to show herself.
You had to hold yourself back from meeting her halfway as she emerged from her house, just to stand closer to her. She was radiantly beautiful, almost like she grew even more perfect with each moment. As she closed in on the final steps, she spoke, "You seem excited."
Your blushed, then held the door open for her. She gracefully passed inside, to which you followed. "Be sure to lock the door. Don't want any sudden interruptions, you know."
You fumbled with the door's lock, but eventually bolted it in. You turned to see her looking around your living room. It was sparse on furniture and had a couple posters and framed junk your parents gave you, but it worked for you. Unsure how wild or mobile this was going to get, you decided to speak up. "So, uh, where do you plan-er-prefer...?"
"Oh, anywhere will do. I like what you've done with the place." She moves onto the kitchen, then peaks into the bedroom. "The living room definitely has the most space. Could you get me a glass of water?"
You quickly move into the kitchen and put together some water. "Do you want anything else?" There was no response, so you assumed it was enough.
You find her on the couch, laying seductively on it. Her form was flawless and the smell she gave off was divine. Her voice made you tremble with excitement. "Say, you never asked me for my name."
You couldn't believe that you'd forgotten such a basic question. "Sorry." You hand her the glass. "What's your name?"
"It's..." Suddenly, her body began to blur, like your eyes were being pressed. As it cleared, someone else stood in place of your neighbor. "Alice." Even the voice had changed.
"Wh-" was about as far as you could get before you felt the words stick in your throat. Your entire body ceased responding to your commands.
The woman rose to a seated position. "I'm sure you're wondering what happened. What you saw was a Glamour. An illusion to show you the most ideal female you could want. It differs by each viewer, so I have no idea what you could have seen, but that really doesn't matter. You see, I'm what you would call a witch, and there are a great deal of rules I must follow to not draw the ire of my colleagues. In this regard, I'm very thankful that you accepted my offer to 'get experimental' with you." You could only move your eyes as Alice moved off the couch, to pull it away from you. She then left your vision and you could hear a table being dragged away, presumably leaving you with space on all sides in the living room. "First things, first."
There was a fantastically painful burn somewhere on your neck that seemed to dig deeper into your skin. You groaned in agony as whatever she was doing spread from your left ear to your shoulder.
"Oh, don't whine about that. That's just my mark, to show all others that you are not to be modified without my word on it. It also has some other benefits, but you'll find those out in due time. Now, to decide on what I'll actually do with you..."