An Unwelcome Complication

You wake up the next morning to a soft knock on the door. You are distracted by the amount of pain you are in, as usually by now you would have healed from injuries you sustained in battle. Your arm, injured by the Greed Fell, aches and the various bruises and scrapes you gathered over the course of the day (and with Yang last night!) are coming back to haunt you. The girl in question is still sleeping, curled cutely over to one side of the bed. Apparently she isn't a clinger. You throw a towel around your waist and go to see what the maid wants. You aren't surprised to find one of the serving girls standing outside. She is a step or two above average, but nothing you would normally entertain second thoughts about. She doesn't seem that surprised to see you, though there is certainly an element of bemusement present in her expression. She is holding a basin and jug of water.

"The owner sends his regards, and wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready." She says, cheerfully bustling into the room and setting the implements down on the dresser provided in the room. Then she delivers a ridge-hand strike to your throat. You are so surprised, and frankly she is so skillful, that you only manage to dip your chin a little and tense the muscles of your neck before the blow lands and you are gagging for air. She follows up with a kick to the privates, and when you double over she drives her knee up to strike your chin. She finally follows through with an axe-kick to the back of your head which drops you, stunned, gagging, and completely overwhelmed to the ground.

So you don't register what happens next. Yang drops a loop of the rather sticky bed-sheets over the girls head, jerking her backward and blinding her all at the same time. There is a rapid-fire exchange of blows, grunts, and breaking furniture that manages to make its way past your pain and disorientation. You shake your head sharply, which makes the room spin and emphasizes the headache that threatens to split your skull open, but are able to get enough wires straight to let you regain your feet, shaky as you may be. You see that Yang is standing over the serving girl, sporting a bruised cheek but victoriously finishing the job of wrapping your attacker in the sheets and tying off the knots. The spectacular blonde doesn't even seem to notice or care that she is still gloriously naked.

"She tried to run off with your treasure." Yang grins, pointing out the ostentatious chest that you liberated from the Greed Fell yesterday. "So I 'boxed' her in the thread'er" She concludes, obviously immensely pleased with her horrible pun. She is not at all disheartened by your un-amused glare. You get no respect. You turn your displeasure on the treacherous serving girl. "How's your head?" She asks nastily, giving your naked and abused cock a dismissive glance. "Why are you breaking into my room?" You counter grumpily. "Its not like you could have sold any of this stuff without someone noticing." Her plain brown eyes blaze with emotion as she snarls and strains against her bonds. "Its mine! You have no idea what I went through to get that! Pretending to be that disgusting creatures **** and... Its mine!" Now you're starting to get confused, because you're pretty sure this girl has never met the Greed Fell, let alone have been away from town long enough to be enslaved. Your captive seems to realize that she's said too much and suddenly falls silent. "It doesn't matter. I'll just have to do better next time." And she suddenly slumps forward. You have a strange sensation of a departure, your reduced spiritual senses barely enough to indicate that the girl was probably possessed. This theory is further substantiated when she sits upright, frightened and confused. "Where am I, and why are you all naked!?" She gasps, and even her accent has changed.

You are understandably skeptical, but she sticks with her story and any number of small changes in body-language between her initial appearance and current situation ultimately convince you that she is telling the truth. Apparently, there's a body-snatcher out there! With that cheery thought, you and Yang take turns getting cleaned up and getting dressed. You escort the girl down to speak with the Innkeeper, explaining what happened and paying for the damages done to the room upstairs. With all the attention you've garnered recently, you decide to keep your valuables close. With that in mind, you prop your feet up on the diminished treasure-chest in the common room and pull Yang down to sit on your lap. You've made a good enough impression on her that she gives you a light punch in protest but otherwise just snuggles in. "So, what makes you so popular with the ladies? Old girlfriend I should know about? She really made you ball(s)! Get it, cause she kicked you in the..." "Yes Yang." You sigh. "I get it. It still hurts like hell, actually. No, as far as I know we've never met. I do have some theories though. I'm pretty sure the mysterious thief is a woman. Its just the way she was talking, and she was really comfortable with moving the serving girl's body. I also think that she is a survivor of those Greed Fell that attacked the village yesterday. She sounded kind of crazy, right?" "Now that you mention it, yeah. All 'Its mine!' and stuff." Yang agrees thoughtfully.

"I may be able to help her recover from that, if we ever find her. But it would involve using more of my power than I'm comfortable with around here. It will draw the Fell like moths to a flame, so we'll need to be ready for that. Plus, she is really skilled. She was using an untrained girls body, and still managed to tag us both. Admittedly me more than you, but she had surprise." You rub your jaw, and Yang smirked and gave it a hard peck that does not, in fact, make it better. "Actually, that raises another question." She says instead. "Why are they so set on you? What makes you so special?" "Beyond the obvious, you mean?" You ask, running a finger down her leg and making her squirm. You enjoy playing these little games of hers, but you don't intend to lose. "Well, that would be because we're probably the only thing that can stop them. I'm a god."

"Puh-lease." She disagrees, rolling her eyes. "Sure, you're the first worth-while guy I've met in a really long time, but you're way too beat up for me to be taking that claim seriously." "Sure." You agree, stealing some of her thunder. "We gain our power from the number of followers who believe in us. We come from another world the Fell have destroyed completely. But we learned a lot about them in our defeat, and this world has a lot of really strong champions. Champions like you, if you'll agree." "So you want me to be your follower huh? What all does that involve? Do I have to bow all the time and call you 'master?'" She leans over and whispers in your ear, her long hair tickling pleasantly. "Are you going to ravish me whenever you want to?" You stealthily dip your fingers into the tight hot-shorts she favors and stir her honeypot with a little move an infatuated Dryad taught you once, causing her to buck and hiss in unexpected lust. "Little minx. I've only barely started on the things I mean to do with you." You whisper back, causing her to shiver with anticipation. "But that will be for later. We have work to do." You set her down on suddenly unsteady feet and stand. Shouldering the box that represents your total worldly possessions at the moment, you motion for her to follow you outside.