You finally turn the knob and shoulder the door of Ms. Ketchum’s house inward. Your feet are dragging a bit. You wonder if the dimensional distortions are once again affecting this new body. Ms. Ketchum yawns out of her bedroom eventually because you and your new Slave have been making noise in the kitchen.
Ms. Ketchum is wearing nothing but a silk nighty and you are instantly on fire with temptation. At first she expresses her congratulations about you capturing your first slave. Later though, she wonders aloud about the appropriateness of letting your humanoid creature sit its naked little ass on the kitchen chair or table. This annoys you and greatly and is a challenge to your power. You order Ralts to zap Ms. Ketchum, ever so gently, with a confusion attack.
Ms Ketchum is stumbling and seeing stars to say the least. You whisper in her ear, ever so softly, that you are the man of this house and that you will be showing her her duty as the lady of the house very, very soon. So close to the feminine heat and flowery scent of Ms. Ketchum your blood turns into lava.
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