(preview) It'll be secured. NON-Sexually.

You twist her wrist a little harder and **** her backward. "We are NOT doing this. And I forbid you offering yourself as a way to consolidate anything else so. Understand?"

Mikko's eyes go wide. Your firm voice has seemed to slap her across the face. Gwendolion back away next, looking equally surprised. You stand up and give them each a stern glare. "Listen to me. I'm not touching any of you. I'm not forcing any of you. You're my tools, and I intend to use you as such. If you ever offer that to me again, I will punish you accordingly."

Each of the girls, including Arabella, all give each other a somewhat confused glance. Clearly, they weren't so used to something this commanding. Mikko stammers something, as well as her sister. Arabella steps into the light of the fire and nods. "I'm sure the twins won't do it again, Master."

The way the word "master" rolled off her tongue seemed to be more out of respect, not so much as a short title or name. You sit back down and run your hand through your hair. "We should all get some rest. We aren't out of trouble yet. I'm going back to Tiny's Tavern. The three of you will assist me on the journey back. I expect nothing more and nothing less."

Mikko goes to her sister, who has made space for her. They both look at you a little differently now. It isn't fear or worry, but more confusion or wonder. "We will do just that then." Mikko offers, making you sigh.

"Good."