Act 1 End – The Warlock

You walk back to your room with a sense of anticipation, even dread. You're about to take a step that you don't understand—a step that perhaps no monster understands. You're about to truly try to welcome an (ex-)adventurer into your fold, not only as a toy and bedmate but as a companion and ally. Who knows what the outcome will be?

You find Ari napping in your bed and shake her awake, only for her to groggily pounce on you. You almost succumb before remembering your task and push her off you, shaking your head and holding out a silk robe you had crafted for her the day before. She looks confused but puts it on and follows you into the main room of your dungeon. You motion for her to stop and step into the middle of the summoning circle, lighting yourself on fire as you do so. Hey, it isn't necessary, but you might as well go for the theatrics.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

"Um... you want to do it standing up today?" She gives you a sultry wink and runs a nail across her lips. You wince, looking for any trace of the ambitious Ari from a week ago. She's certainly fun in bed, but right now you're looking for a powerful ally, not a good time.

"Do you remember when we first met?" In response, she plunges her finger into her mouth and slides it in and out. "No, do you remember why we met?"

"I wanted to make... a contract?"

"Yes, my pet. Do you still want to make a contract?"

"Would it please master if I did?"

"Would it please you?"

She shrugs and you sigh.

"Then yes, it would please me if you did."

She perks up at that and you will yourself to draw up a contract. Based on the scroll bar in the popup. it seems you'll have a great deal of choice as to the terms. You scroll down until you find one that seems to fit.

Warlock
Some powerful outsiders share their powers—and those of their lairs—with mortals in exchange for service. Replaces the mortal's class with the warlock class. Their powers scale with their level, your level, and the amount of mana available in your dungeon.

With a burst of flame you conjure a piece of charred parchment in your hand, outlining relatively simple and unambiguous terms. Arialle will renounce her allegiance and join you as your champion. In exchange, you will grant her the powers of a warlock. You hand her the contract, and to her credit given her current state she seems to actually read it carefully before nodding. When she gives you a nod, you carefully slit her wrist with your claw, and she presses the cut to the contract. A rush of power passes through the room, causing the torches to flicker and her hair to blow as if in a hurricane. Her pupils change from emerald green to a deep blood-red colour and you're assaulted by a barrage of messages.

New Contract
You have made a contract with Arialle!
Class: Cleric of Enileve (Disgraced) -> Warlock (Patron: Azazel)

Unique Structure: Summoning Circle (Level 4)
Level 4: Can summon moderate daemons and groups of minor daemons.
Upgrade to Level 5: Make a contract with another willing adventurer.
Yes/No

New Ally
Arialle is now an ally of your dungeon.
(All negative status effects removed)

New Champion
You have designated Arialle (Level 6 Warlock) as a champion of your dungeon!

You dismiss the last one to feel your head twist to the side as a hand slaps your cheek. "That's for tricking and poisoning me." Before you can react, she stoops down and kisses your cheek, then throws her arms around you. "And that's for keeping your promise." Huh? She chuckles and lets you go.

The elf you see in front of you is still clearly Arialle, but she seems to resemble the old Arialle more than the one of the last few days. Less **** cockslut, more ambitious priestess—well, warlock—with a lust for power and a glint of curiosity in her eye. Although you'll miss the last few days, you sorely need more allies if you want to be able to challenge the serious threats of the realm, and someone who can pass as an adventurer will be invaluable. You hope you'll have plenty of time to reacquaint yourselves intimately as well.

"Hey, Tlaxxanaaaa~," she calls out, the first time you've heard her address anyone other than yourself. The naga comes rushing out of your room wondering what the commotion is all about, suddenly rushing up to the warlock and coiling around her. You're about to call her off when you realize that her posture is closer to cuddling than threatening, and with a melodic laugh Ari strokes your naga champion's head as Tlaxxana licks the elf's cheek affectionately. You spend the rest of the day introducing her to the other members of your small dungeon, explaining your powers, summarizing the events of the last few weeks, and going over your plans to cement your status in the region.

End of Act 1