A quarter dose of Effeminitia

You decided that the knight wasn't in the best of health and the best game was to work this slowly. The potion would make him all the prettier but nothing drastically noticeable... yet. He was going to be in your debt for sometime so why not masquerade the potion as a longer treatment... many an excuse to keep him under your thumb.

The night was long enough to garner a solid nights rest, though the fool thought he could slip out in the early morning. Even healed those wounds would slow him considerably and putting on his armor was not a thing a man can do on his own.

You rose from your bed in naught but your skin, taking a waist wrap hanging from one of the bed posts and clipping it together. Catching sight of your lithe form in the mirror, perfect pale flesh covered only by the gold clasp and nearly transparent linen.

"Sir Knight... I suggest you get back to your bed, you wouldn't think to besmirch your honor by running out on a debt." Coming into the man's vision, fighting with his leathers, the angry scar at his side giving him trouble; stunting most movement on his left side. His eyes were a thing of beauty, those sea greens of his surprised to see a nearly naked elf, not sure whether to be embarrassed, enthralled or disgusted. Though I was rather certain that while frowned upon many a knight in this land had lain with another man... or his squire at least once in his life. Such things were not unheard of...

Your kind on the other hand... or rather your tribe of Elves were prudes to speak lightly on the subject while many of the others were as human's fantasized, comely creatures frolicking about the woods and fornicating with all that crossed their path... human's called them wood elves or red elves.

"F-forgive me milad- sir?" His eyes were trying to figure on my gender... his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, the anesthetic from yesterday was likely still in his system... Ooops you used much too much it seemed.

"John of the elder Eliha... old elves. Pleasure to meet you Sir?" You tilt an ear toward him.

"Mathias Gremory." He nodded, "I must be going... thankyou for your aid... I shall return-" You make an unseen gesture and whisper a word that floors him with disorientation.

"You are not going anywhere my work is not done and you Sir Gremory owe me 10 gold crowns already and I'm holding your armor as collateral." He wasn't happy about that, not in the least but since he wasn't exactly in any condition to stand he wasn't going to be fighting you. "Now take a sip of this, my magic has kept you alive but there's still damage so drink." You hand him the vial "Not too much." You hand it over and he reluctantly embibed the small dose.

"Good now let's talk about repayment." You begin to formulate something while you watch the subtle ripple of change crawling across the knight's skin. The healthy glow setting in under the rough living, his hair giving off a shine and those corners of his silhouette soften just a bit. It was always fascinating to watch.