Ask for Morina's help again.

As you walk towards Maeve, the old enchantress, you press your ring finger to the tattoo again, probing for contact with Morina.

"Morina, I need your advice again." You think telepathically. The communication is fuzzy though, as if there is some sort of static interference in the air.

"I can't seem to hear you very well, what's going on??" She asks, "Wait...wait, are you near a wizard?! I thought I told you that they'll-"

Morina's voice cuts out and the old woman seizes you tightly by the wrist.

"What's this? What's this?! MAGIC?? In my home?!" Maeve throws you to the ground with a strength not belonging to an elderly. She grabs your skirt and roughly flips it up, exposing the magical tattoo that Morina inscribed on you.

"Such gall! Who casted this second-rate cantrip, hmm? Tell me!!"

You have no qualms about selling out Scars, considering he put you into this mess, but Morina...that girl doesn't deserve it.

"I don't know."

She slaps you hard across the face, drawing blood. Maeve scowls at you, "Lies will get you nowhere! No matter, I can think of a way to get the answer out of you...and since we are in a brothel, I think it would be a fitting punishment!"

Again the air around you bends, like when you were talking to Morina, but this time it is more invasive. You can feel the magic crawl under your skin, and work their way through your body.

You feel a strange heat coming from between your legs. It courses through your loins and fills your body with an unnatural sexual hunger. Your breathing becomes ragged and as you instinctively reach down to stroke your clit, you find that you're already drenched in your juices. You thrust your fingers into you pussy, stirring hard, and you pinch your clit between your thumb and forefinger, but no matter how hard you tease or how fast you stroke, you cannot seem to climax. It is as if some kind of wall is keeping you from release. You let out a frustrated gasp and stare up at the old woman with a pleading look on your face.

"You wish for release?"

You nod vigorously, "Yes! Oh God, please! Anything!"

"Then give me a name."

"Morina! Her name is Morina! She's a student at the mage college!"

Even as you say it, you heart sinks at how fast you capitulated. The crone grins wickedly and waves her hand. Then all the built-up pleasure finally pushes you over the edge. You utter a euphoric shout as multiple orgasms rock your body. Your cries are so loud you think the entire brothel can hear you, but you don't even care. On the cold ground you buck and squirm, squirting cum from your aching pussy.

When the city guard finally comes to take you away, you are still shuddering on the floor of Maeve's room, unable to put up resistance. When the guards are dragging you outside, you catch a glimpse of Morina being pushed and pulled inside the brothel. You can see her weeping in fear, and you can only imagine what kind of things the old crone will do to her.

You are taken to a damp smelling prison underneath the palace, where you are locked away. For the first couple of days, you vainly hope that Glaw and the others would try to pull off some daring break-in to try and free you, but they never show and you are left alone in the dungeons to waste away.

Since you failed to get the medallion from Scars, he never shows up to give you back the Shining Stone. A few months later, the undead armies of the demon overlords attack the city of Elohin. The defenders put up a stiff resistance, but the monsters are unrelenting. The Elven city's walls eventually crumble and the demon's army kills everyone, including you.