As you finish the ritual circle and begin chant, you strike a match and let it burn on a dish at the center of the circle, the smoke curling into the air in front of you. The air in your apartment seems to tremble, then there's a sensation like your ears have popped, and it all goes still. Slowly, you feel a steadily intensifying heat growing at your back and turn to find a woman who exudes dominance.
Anala looks you up and down, as if examining a particularly interesting bug. Apparently approving in what she sees, she give you a predatory grin, then runs her hand up her abs to rest just below her cleavage, only serving to draw your eyes there. Hello, mortal. I am Anala. And you will serve me now.