"She's bewitched."

The girl blinked at you, eyes widening, "Pardon me?"

You slowly rise from your chair. How could you have been so dense? Harrows hadn't been bewitched. It was his daughters! The baron had some kind of power over them. Which meant he had power over Lady Vessa. Which meant he was probably fucking her right now.

You stride for the door, **** in your eyes, but the girl gets in your way. She doesn't slow you down but she is persistent, "Majesty, where are you going? I can find another girl if that pleases you!"

You toss her aside but she is back instantly, clinging to your arm, "please don't leave! You can't leave!" This was never going to work, you couldn't drag her all over the mansion like this. Well, you probably could but you didn't want to. You grip her by the shoulders, "You know what really gets me going? When girls are tied up."

She looks overwhelmingly relieved that you are no longer making for the door but after a moment nervously glances back at the bed, "O-ok... Wait you're just going to le-eeeave!" You knot the sheets tightly around her wrists and mouth, tying her spread eagled over the bed.

"Sorry if they're a bit tight, I'll be back as soon as I take care of something." She thrashed violently as you made haste to the door. Peering outside, you're surprised not to find any guards. You doubt it was luck, more likely Lecter just overlooked it. A brilliant strategist he was not.

Miraculously you don't encounter anyone on your way to the Baron's quarters. As you approach, however, you slow at the loud moans and grunting issuing from the door. Channeling your rage to give you the willpower to face the horrors within, you give the door a firm kick, hand on your sword.

The sight is just as foul as you anticipated and then some. Lady Vessa, slender and lovely as ever, knelt before the rotund Baron, whose hands held her head to his groin. Her arms rested calmly on his thighs, offering no resistance. Must be one hell of an enchantment.

Your entry startled the Baron, who immediately began spluttering uselessly. The four maids present are quicker to action, leaping at you like trained bodyguards. Fortunately, they were not.

Immediately feeling regretful, you bat the first two aside with swats of your hand, sending them sprawling to the floor. The third manages to leap onto your back while the fourth wrestles with your sword hand. You don't make a habit of wrestling maids but you are shocked by how little their **** accomplishes. The woman on your back is attempting and failing to put you in a **** hold while the other tries to pry your fingers free. You lightly jump backwards into the wall and the wind goes out of her in a woosh behind your ear. She slides to the ground as you struggle to restrain the servant in front of you without striking her.

That was when you noticed that the Baron had finally caught on and pulled Vessa off his crotch. You hadn't paid attention to what he had just said but Vessa was rising, hands already moving in a complex series of gestures at blinding speed. Shit.

What happens next isn't your proudest moment but there weren't any more chivalrous options available. Seizing the struggling maid by her shoulders, you lift her between you and the bewitched mage just as Vessa chokes out an incantation and her fingers blaze with blue fire. An arcane symbol burns itself into your eyes and the maid shudders briefly, going limp in your arms.

You don't waste the moment you just gained, leaping forward and wrapping Vessa in a chokehold you'd practiced a million times with Lord Gilbert. She struggles but slowly slumps in your arms. Apparently she had been somewhat air deprived even before you kicked down the door. You wait a moment to make certain she wasn't faking before setting her down gently on the floor.

What had the fat son of a bitch been doing through all this? Not much. He made it out into the hallway by the time you catch up to him, kicking him onto his face and holding him at swordpoint.

"Never thought I'd have much in common with Count Harrows but I think I know exactly how he feels right now. If there was any justice in the world he'd be the one taking your head off right now."

"S-stop p-p-please! I-I didn't know, I didn't know!"

"Didn't know what?"

"D-d-didn't know what the r-ring did! It was a g-gift f-from a p-passing t-traveler!"

"Tell me everything before those girls wake up or I'll be **** to kill you quickly."

"T-the ring, this ring," he holds up his hand, a small silver ring stuck around one of its fingers, "I-it lets me brew a potion that puts women under my command."

Explained why Vessa had gotten more amiable as dinner went on.

"Sounds to me like you knew exactly what the ring did."

The pitiful man cowered beneath your sword, quivering like some massive blob of lard, "P-please your Majesty, have mercy! I-I-I.... I can teach you how to make the potion! Yes! I can give you the ring, just please, PLEASE, spare my life!" He was blubbering now, sobbing naked at your feet. You feel more compelled to kill him out of mercy than save him. You hear stirring in the room behind you. Not much time left.

"When does it wear off?"

"Uh-uh-uh... it... doesn't...?" You raise you sword for a killing blow and he blurts out the rest, arms raised to shield himself, "Itseffectsonlystopwhenthegirlsstopdrinkingyourcumforaweek!" You have a pretty good sense that it also stops when the 'caster' is dead but your hand hesitates for the briefest of moments...