Summoned to the Sleep-over: Stacy, Tracy and Lacy

Here’s how the evening went before you were summoned. A trio of young women about to go their ways after graduation held one last pajama-party for old time’s sake. Alone in one of their parents’ homes, they stayed up late watching old horror movies and reminiscing. Stacy had a penchant for the occult that the others had always treated as a harmless eccentricity, mocking her passion for the paranormal when she took herself too seriously. So when she suggested that they should summon a demon, the proposal was met with much hilarity. Even as she drew the pentagram on the floor, the other women continued to crack jokes. “Make sure you summon one who's in shape. Not like Chad after Prom,” jibed Tracy. “That’s not fair!” Lacy protested. “Chad just had too much too drink.” Sticking her lip out in an exaggerated pout, Tracy curled her finger to a droop, earning her a punch in the shoulder from Lacy. “Places, ladies,” instructed Stacy. As the young women took position around the pentagram, Stacy began to perform the ritual, ignoring the faces being pulled by the others. You appear in a flash of hellfire and a puff of sulfurous brimstone, sending them all jumping back, eyes wide. You smile benignly at them from the middle of the summoning circle. “Y-you don’t look like a demon!” exclaims Tracy. It’s true, you don’t: you’ve taken the form of a young human man. “Ladies,” you begin, “thanks for inviting me to your sleep-over. It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” you say, extending your hand to shake. “Don’t touch him!” blurts Stacy. “If any of us breaks the circle, he’ll be free.” Your harmless smile only broadens. “No. Fucking. Way,” gapes Lacy. “We trapped a demon: a totally hot one.” “Lacy!” scolds Tracy. “How much have you had to drink?” Lacy rolls her eyes and gives you a wink. “This is serious,” insists Stacy. “As long as none of us frees him, we can convince him to do… things.” “Oh yeah? What kind of things?” Lacy asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Cool off, Lacy,” chides Tracy. “What kind of things?” “You'll see,” promises Stacy. “Just don’t let him out of the circle.” “Ladies, I promise none of you will leave unsatisfied. Just free me from my bonds in this summoning circle!” you propose. “I think we should let him out,” agrees Lacy. “And then let him in,” she grins. “Lacy!” gasps Tracy. “What about Chad?” “Listen,” you suggest, “if you all let me out together, I promise to serve you all as mistresses with equal powers to command me. But if just one of you lets me out, then I’m afraid the others may miss out on the fun, because then I will only obey my liberator.” “Don’t listen!” insists Tracy. “It’s a trick to get us to free him. If we let him out of the circle, he can do whatever he wants, even take demon form.” “Demon form?” asks Lacy. “Like with wings and a big, long… tail?” she grins, holding her fingers apart to indicate the imagined length of demon-tail. “Lacy,” growls Tracy. “We’re going to have a serious talk with Chad. He’s not taking care of business.” “So who’s going to be the lucky lady who frees me?” you ask. “Which one of you will have my full demon powers at her command?” “Don’t free him,” insists Stacy. “We can only control him inside the summoning circle.” The pajama-clad women standing around the pentagram exchange glances.