Ask her to strip first.

You take a moment to run your eyes over Magia's lovely body. She looks to be in her early thirties or late twenties, with a pair of beautiful soft kissable breasts and smooth wide hips. She looks like she may have born a child or two judging by the small amount of weight she has and the firmness of her breasts. Still, you could only see so much with her clothes on, so you ordered the servant girl to strip.

Magia timidly nods before hooking her fingers under the straps of her gown and slides them off of her shoulders. Though she is shy about it, she strips for you without a second thought. As the soft fabric of her gown slides down her body, she makes no effort to stop it, nor does she hide her body. You can't help but wonder just how many men have used her, and how often.

As she stands nude before you, you can see a few age marks on her body, confirming your assumption that she was at least thirty years old. You take a moment to admire her soft and mature form. After all, this was the first time you have seen an outsider in the nude. As you run your eyes down her breasts, her hard nipples, and soft curves, you give her an approving smile.

"You are very beautiful, Magia," you say with a soft purr in your voice, "I can't wait to see what you would look like as an…" Your voice trailed off when you noticed the shocked look in Thea's eyes. While you were admiring Magia's bust, Thea's was darting over her back. Worried, you decided to drop the seductress act for a moment and sat up on the edge of your bed. "Turn around," you said softly.

You already knew what you were going to see. Magia was a servant girl, so it wouldn't surprise you if she had gotten whipped at least once in her life. Still, you weren't prepared for what you saw. Timidly Magia turned around and showed you the whip marks on her back. While the rest of her body looked soft and warm, her back looked more like beaten leather. Whoever whipped her made sure to keep the lashes high, close to her shoulder blades, probably not wanting to damage her ass or legs. You could already fill the anger burning inside you at the sight of the whip marks, and the thought that your sisters behind the wall were probably receiving the same treatment, if not worse. Your cures will remove Magia's as it transfers over to her, but the same can't be said about those who already bare it.

Magia looked over her shoulder, innocently. "I'm sorry if my body displeases you, my Queen," she said with a slight trembly in her voice.

You sigh and shake your head, "Don't worry about it. Come. Sit."

Magia nods before making her way over to you, followed closely by Thea. She then sits to the left of you while Thea sits to the left of Magia, ensuring that she was the center of your attentions. Before starting, you take a moment to run your hand over her back to see just how much damage had been done. Magia didn't seem to notice, which made you wonder just how much feeling she had between her shoulder blades. Part of her back was covered by her brown locks, possibly to hide the worst of the damage. Gently you tug her hair away, and the first thing you see is the mark of the Slavers Guild burned into her shoulder blade.

Again, you could feel the anger burning in you. Like the three mercenaries, the Slavers Guild was also part of the siege. In fact, they were one of the groups funding it. If you had your way, you would storm their tent, kill every slaver inside, and open every cage. But sadly, that war would have to wait, for now, all you could do was take comfort in the fact that you were taking at least one of their slaves from them.

After taking in a deep breath, you turn to Magia and give her a comforting smile. She still looks uneasy, but you are able to relax her by running your nails over the small of her back. At least she still had the feeling in that part of her body. "Don't worry," you say softly, "All your scars will go away once we are done."

Magia smiled at you shyly before saying in a trembling voice, "So…how should we-"

You cut her off by wrapping your hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss. The moment your lips meet, Magia's body freezes and tenses up. You could already feel the cool beads of her sweat coating your breasts as her body heat rapidly rose.

You held the kiss for a moment more before slowly parting your lips from hers. She sounded like a steam kettle as a heated gasp escaped her lips. Smirking, you take a moment to admire your work. Though her body hadn't changed yet, you could tell that the curse was starting to affect her. The last time you saw a woman's eyes so glazed over was when one of your amazon sisters was denied relief for two days. Magia's glistening eyes were floating in her head, her damp tongue was draped from her lovely lips, and yes, steam was indeed forming on her breath.