You and Laura decide to marry later in the summer.
With the hotel manager and some drunk bimbo who couldn't even hold down a cheap beer as witnesses, the priestess grants you her blessings in the sacred bond of marriage, and marries the two of you.
You and Laura decide to move to a location far from where you once called home, and would spend the rest of your lives in bliss.
And you thought you had lost her...
Now, is Manya that bad of a person?
Hmmm...
Sometime later, as you and Laura sleep in your bed, on a breezy, late spring night, a figure moves from out of the shadows, and onto your roof.
The figure descends upon the window, and opens it.
You wake up instantly. "Intruder! Get out!" you shout.
The figure was fully cloaked with a hood. The figure pulled the hood down, and you immediately know who it is.
"Manya! Get out!" you shout.
"Well, aren't we rude? Sorry I missed your wedding, but I have a gift for you. Think of it as a peace offering." Manya said, as she pulled out a small silver box, wrapped in a white ribbon.
She placed it on the table, and decided to leave, out the window.
"Manya, wait." you say, standing up to walk over to her.
She turns to face you. "I know you have a deep desire to know what it was like for Laura, but I've other errands to take care of. Maybe another time." Manya said.
You shake your head. "No, not that. Just, why is all."
Manya steps out of the window. "My dear, sweet young lady, I never intended to make you think I was your adversary. In fact, most are thrilled by what they see. I guess that you were so attached to Laura, that seeing her 'demise' was horrifying to you. But I knew, always knew she was a regenerate. So, there's my gift to you. I must be off. Take care." Manya replied, before going back out the window, into the night.
You walk over to the table, and slowly open the box.
Inside, is a music box, that plays an unfamiliar tune.
Underneath is a note, to Laura.
"Thanks for the memories; you were the most delicious girl I had ever swallowed."
You hand it to her, and obviously, the memories she has are just as good, for she pleasured herself while reading the note.
You stand at the window, and look out into the night.
"Someday, you'll come back, and I'll be all yours, Manya. That much I can promise." you say.
