First go to the dark witch

You arrive in the throne room where the dark witch is sitting on your fathers throne. She is not alone. Around 30 woman from her army and 20 from the town are here. There are also a few of her soldiers and almost every second woman has a **** at her side. Most woman with slaves use the **** as a chair. All others have to stand. There are also slaves serving drinks. They all are around some sort of ring painted on the ground with with color. It's a arena for fights.

Keylara sits in front of her supporters and drinks something that looks like apple juice. Next to her are two of her elite soldiers. Valaria and Zarraz. While Valaria carefully takes small sips of wine, Zarraz is drinking beer with no hems. You walk up to Keylara and bow your head light. She acknowledges your appearance but hardly looks at you.

“Glad to see you know your place,” Keylara says pleased, “when I call for you I expect you to come no matter what else you are doing.”

“I thought so,” you say a little surprised, “Kryptia told me I didn't had to come right now. Didn't you told her that?”

“I did but you should have known that this was not meant honest,” Keylara says strict, “slaves have no free time except I personally give it to them. You were expected to come here and serve me as soon as possible. Glad you did so. I would hate waste my time punishing you. I have much more important plans for you, my ****. But we will talk about this later. Are you ready to serve me now?”

“Yes, mistress,” you answer bitter, “and how may I serve you today?”

“Good boy, I have a little surprise for you,” and points behind you, “a visit from an old friend if you want to say so.”