Enjoy your new position.

It's several days later. I'm sitting on a comfortable chair in my new forest home, surrounded by all manner of trinkets and luxuries. A pixie presses a cold drink into my hand. I smile as I sip it. My new servants have proven to be most excellent thieves, and I've only begun to test the limits of my power. I think I'm onto a good thing here. The handsome young dark-haired adventurer kneels between my legs, massaging my feet. He looks damn good in nothing but the lacy little underpants I'm making him wear. I've decided to keep him around as my personal ****, and he seems happy enough in the position. Maybe he knows he's not going to get a better deal anywhere else.

The blonde woman doesn't seem happy. Right now I've got her dangling in a cage of twigs while pixies flutter around her, poking her sore red bottom with sharp sticks. She squirms and squeals and yells insults at me, her harsh words ringing in my ears like the finest music. Still, I make a mental note to have her switched twice as hard this afternoon, before her three o'clock tickling. Then once more before her four o'clock dunking in ice-cold mud. I've no intention of letting her go any time soon. In fact, soon I'll be bringing some captured shepherdesses in to join her. The pixies are building me a palace, and I'm going to need servants. Naked servants. Naked, frequently-spanked, totally-humiliated servants. I might even try to capture a duchess or two, just for a touch of class.

I nod in satisfaction as I sip my perfectly-mixed drink. This is it. I've finally found my fortune.