You follow the woman to the room she is preparing for you, leaving your followers to eat breakfast. She notices that you have followed her, but she seems not to care--she's just doing her job, and with the way she looks, she's used to lodgers watching her.
But then you're no usual lodger. You continue to watch her work as you stand leaning against the entry door frame.
The woman finishes making the beds, grabs some things (slothes, personal items) that were left in the room by the previous occupant, and turns to go.
As you have watched her, you have come up with a plan for using her, at least in more than the first way that comes to mind, though that will also happen, you think as you laugh to yourself. You raise your hand as she turns to you. "Wait," you say.
She stops. "Yes?"
You summon an imp of servitude from the realm of control, one you have bound to your will previously. It apppears in a vaguely sulfurous puff, a two foot high, somewhat reptilian looking winged human-like form. The woman has no idea what to think or do--she stands there, shocked.
"Sting her," you tell the imp.
From the end of its spine, just above its butt, a small protrusion emerges. The imp flies towards the woman, who decides to bolt for the door.
You slide over in front of the door and block it as the woman approaches you, grabbing her by the arm. The imp flies to her and stings her on the left side of her neck, then hovers there for a second as it pumps its venom into her. The woman cries out in pain, but then goes suddenly silent, and seems to go limp in your arms.
The imp says in a raspy voice, "She is yours, Master." |