*Control Them

[Heal her.]

Baehdor can only nod dumbly, well aware of her consequences should she fail and you watch as the druegar once more lifts her hands, infusing her friend with healing light that brings her bar back up to full. The Rogue doesn't waste any time, flouncing upwards and glaring daggers at you but she doesn't move or begin her cursing spree atain, at least. Progress! Of a sort.

[You will open this door for me.] You command, using your summoned hand to push the rogue towards the door, still half encased in ice. The hand hovers as you leave it there, near her midsection and she turns to the lock, staring up at it. It's obvious she can disarm it, she's a moderately well leveled rogue. She immediately turns back to you.

"Go fuck yourself, flying spaghetti monster."

Baehdor sucks in a breath, awaiting the inevitable, only for you to whip your hand into the Rogue's face and grab up her hair, bundling it into a nice little knot. You push her head into the door, grinding it into the metal of the lock slightly and she winces, throwing her hands up to the lock and she begins working with her tools, still in hand...

Is she flushing? Something about this is making her face red as her hair, and not from anger. She's shaking her hands as a bar appears over her head, signalling the start of the lockpicking. Baehdor is staring at you now as well, standing where she'd been before and you're noticing her breath is hitched...

If your brain was a clock, you'd hear the gears attempting to grind to life, stuttering repeatedly. Shaking the entire system as they attempt to connect the pieces and clues. Then, a resounding thud! The gears moved.

Oh. They're...getting off on this. Tevoy seems to like the roughhousing. Baehdor definitely seems quick to comply. Interesting. They warrant a little more investigation, but Tevoy is occupied. Baehdor however...

[Strip.]

It's directed at the now wide-eyed druegar who only hesitstes long enough to see Tevoy currently trying to pick a lock her face is being shoved into and she bites her lip. The quiet stone room is filled with the sounds of cloth shuffling and leather moving, until the ruffled shirt Baehdor wore is now being removed. Whatever you thought of her chest before, it's overwhelmed by the actual sight of it. They're probably D cups, at least, moving lightly with each breath and topped with dusky nipples...each pierced with a ring. Huh.

She flushes, which looks purple on her dark skin, and goes to her pants. Tevoy has noticed by this point and has stopped picking the lock to stare. She's not voicing anything yet, but you can tell she's growing more and more hot-blooded by the second. The crimson-haired druegar's tight black pants now drop to the floor and you can see thick thighs and legs, but she covers herself until she notices your narrowing gaze and thinks better of it. A small spread of her legs reveals her mound, a patch of dark red hair groomed carefully into a single strip, while a golden ring identical to the two on her nipples peeks from between her folds.

"You're fucking kidding me Braeh, you actually bought that creepy-ass cash shop item?!" Tevoy shot at her, angrily, before you reinforce your point of control by slamming Tevoy's face back into the door. The halfling groans out in frustration as you do so. "Piece of shit...Perverted fucking partner and a monster slapping me around to pick a lock...Why don't you just bust the fucking door down?!"

It'd lock again afterwards, it'd be harder to cover up, someone might notice and frankly, it would mean more to make her do it. Just as it meant more to make the Scholar heal her friend than to ****-feed her the healing waters here...To make them accomplices in their own mind, first and foremost.

His response to her question was a forceful movement of his magical hand that tightened around her throat. [Because I said open it.] You shoot at her, your grip tightening. The damage is superficial, but she's going to get choked out soon.

Meanwhile, Baehdor has gotten quite nervous at the way things are going. Or rather, blushing and fidgeting. She's stripped from her boots and gloves, her glasses remaining on her face only. She's looking to the floor as Tevoy struggles in the background and you release your grip, looking to the now panting and shaking, red-faced rogue.

[Open it.]

Tevoy moves quickly, going right for the lock and Baehdor slumps down into a small pile of dwarven curves as she watches, unmoving. You barely notice a menu flicking into your view now, at the corner of your eye.