Cold Showers and Cold Powers

She had to...

It was then she made up her mind as she moved quickly. To enter the room... she shared with her husband, passing it so she could get into the bathroom and into the shower. She turned on the water to an icy cold temperature, as she tried to use the freezing water to cool the fires of lust the island was delivering to her.

Her clothes were soon wet, cold and clinging to her body. Yet she stayed in the shower until all of the ideas of sex and lust were swept from her mind. Once she was ready, she moved to dry herself off and put on new clothes for bed. Including a housecoat. The cold she had subjected herself to was giving her a bit of the shivers, but hopefully it would pass with a little more sleep.

Back at the mansion...

Arman was furious as he realized that Helen had slipped from his fingertips at the moment. The ice cold shower not only cooled the lust he was placing her under, but also had elements of purification which countered his spell due to her morals. So most of his work on her was reduced. Taking a breath, he calmed himself so he could develop a new plan.

"If her morals act as a shield, then perhaps I should use those morals to trap her. She is loyal to her family, her husband and her daughter. If I can get them devoted to me and my own, then she was follow. Especially if she thinks she could save them." he said as he looked at the figures which represented the two other members of Helen's family.

He smiled as he realized her salvation this time might have given him an advantage. He continued, "Helen, my dear, you should be careful. All that cold water could cause you to catch a summer cold. Putting you in bed for the next few days."

Arman took Helen's figure and began tp pick his nose, chanting to lords of pestilence and plague, as he began a spell to place her under a illness spell. One to sap her energy, to muddle her mind, to make her weak. To keep her in bed for the next few days. Finsihing the enchantment, he summoned for Sofia.

"What is you require, Master?" she asked him as she bowed.

"You will convince Kent to become our accountant. Using any method, any and all vice, to make him accept. To bind him to us. Use Amanda, convince her that she could be well rewarded if she helps us. I will take care of Stacy." he told her as she nodded and agreed to his mission.

She asked, "Should I use more of the help? Like the Maids?"

Arman smiled and nodded, "Use whatever you can."

The Next Morning...

Kent was looking at his wife, who had some how caught some kind of cold. She was able to talk, but only shortly before she tired out. So he and Stacy was trying to help her keep comfortable. She kept mumbling something about heat, but it was likely the fever.

There was a knock at the door, and he came to see Richard and Amanda. Rich spoke up, "Sorry for what happened with Helen. Hopefully it's just a short cold she can sleep off. But I have some news. I told the Varkos about you, and since they lost their accountant recently, they were wondering if you could take their place. So I was going to see if I can stay here and help Stacy with Helen, as Amanda helps you go to their mansion to discuss the deal."

Kent was torn. Part of him wanted to stay and help his sick wife. Part of him knew that if he could get billionaires as clients, he could become a millionaire or multimillionaire. And Part of him was looking at the thin sundress Amanda was wearing, which was close to translucent, and wonder if Sofia would be there wearing something similar. Lust filling his loins, as Amanda's dress was clinging to her body.

Kent began, "Well...