… to get drunk.

“Hic!” The hall was largely empty as the castle servants prepared for the arrival of Lord Drask. Garrett positioned himself at a table within easy reach of the beer barrel and poured himself another ale. He drank it, contemplating how he would deal with this mission. He would need to ensure that Lord Drask was suitably enamoured with Pria. He didn’t know how to do that. He downed his twentieth beer and poured a twenty first. Maybe the answer would come to him. He was definitely getting drunk and the idea of being Pria remained as terrifying as ever. But if he could dance for the visiting lord, then go to his room… he sculled his beer.

“Penny for your thoughts Garrett,” a voice asked.

“Huh?” Garrett asked drunkenly, looking up at his right hand man, Bixby. “Bixby, old buddy old pal! Good to see you!” He waved at the empty bench. “Take a seat. Sit. Have a beer with me! It’s really good, Hic.”

Bixby grinned. “You look like your favourite slavegirl just got sold to another castle.”

“Yeah… slavegirl,” he agreed. He looked around and then motioned Bixby closer. “Shhhhhh! Lord Al has given me a secret mission. Hic. I’m struggling to get my head around it…” he realised that he might be saying too much but he needed to get this off his chest and talking about it seemed like the best way to do it. And this was his loyal underling Bixby.

“Secret mission!? That sounds serious.” Bixby said.

“My god! You have no idea! He has one of those … offworlder swapping devices. He… um… Hic! He wants me to use it to become Lord Drask.” Garrett blurted quietly, looking around furtively to make sure no one heard.

“What? How?” Bixby gasped.

“By becoming Pria. Hic. I’d be a slavegirl!” Garrett said.

“Pria?” Bixby frowned then laughed. “You’re pulling my leg. You. A slavegirl, don’t be daft.”

“No, no, no, no. I’m seriously serious. I’m gonna be Pria. And then I’ll be a lord… if things go to plan!!!”

“You’re drunk.”

“Guilty as charged. But it seemed like the best thing to do under the circumstances. Circumstances. That’s a big word isn’t it… my cup is empty…”

Bixby considered. “You’re serious?”

“Oh yeah. Soon I’ll have Pria’s pussy. And her breasts. Her tiny slave body. You’ve fucked her. I’ve fucked her. Lord Al is fucking her right now! She’s a horny little minx. And that slave drug makes her docile and obedient. Can you imagine. Being like that! It’s terrifying.” Garrett ruminated. “Hic!”

“Yeah. Yeah. It is. So when are you becoming Pria?” Bixby asked with sudden interest, a little evil grin flitting across his face. Garrett was too busy contemplating his empty stein to notice.

“Oh tomorrow morning. Then I spend the day collared and leashed on the slave rail as Pria. And then… and then… ten minutes. Ten. Minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” Bixby repeated, uncertain what that meant.

Garrett clumsily stood and patted Bixby on the shoulder. “You’re a good man… I think I’ve drunk enough. Hic, Seeya buddy…”