You continue to hold the woman's arm. "The Gilded Door is about to get new management," you say to yourself. Then you say, "Imp, listen to my commands for her, then I will command you. Woman! You are my slave. Tell me your name."
"Jonna, master," she says in an expressionless way.
"Jonna, you will carry this imp to every employee of this inn. Try to get them somewhere alone, then raise your skirt and let the imp out. When they are stung and controlled, tell them to come talk to me, their master. When you are done, return to me. Understand? And you can act normally, but you will remain my slave." You release her arm.
Her voice regains its character. "Yes, master."
"Imp," you say, turning to the creature. "You will ride under her skirt. Sting everyone she takes you to, making them into my slaves. Then when you come back to me, I will release you from your servitude to me."
"Yes, oh great one," it says, and then it flys up under Jonna's skirt. As the woman drops her dress, you hear the little critter say, "She's smells hot for you, master. And wet, too!"
"Quiet, you little fuck! Follow my commands and you will be free to go back to your dimension." You snicker a little at the imp's comments, and Jonna leaves the room. |