Gilia comes to a resolution.

Does anything interrupt her at the stream? Fate Roll: Unlikely (CF 3). 1d100=43. No.

Gilia finds the stream the bottom of the hill and collapses to her knees beside it, exhausted. The sight of her cum-covered face in a pool at the stream's edge almost makes her want to cry. That's the look of a hard-used whore... She shudders and, brushing her tears away, sets about washing her face clean of Jamir's cum.

The cold water is bracing, and as she scrubs her face clean, she feels herself reviving somewhat. I can't let this stand...I have to figure out some way to get back in control of this! Make them see me as an equal... She shakes the water off her face, brushes her hair back behind her ears, and sighs. But how...I definitely can't take any of them in a fight, so that's not likely to be convincing. Maybe I could trick them somehow...?

Her brow furrows in thought. They all think of me as hellspawn. Maybe that's it. An idea forms suddenly, and she takes a shaky breath, eyes alight. Oh, that's...that's risky. But...maybe worth it. If I can convince them. She takes a deep breath and, deciding to commit, begins to unbutton her blouse.

Back at the camp, the four adventurers are sitting around the embers of the campfire, chatting. "I still think - " Hal begins, then his eyes widen. "Whoa! What is this?"

Looking over, the others gape as they see Gilia approaching out of the woods. The tiefling woman is nude, clothes slung over one shoulder as she walks deliberately toward them. Her hips and full breasts sways as she walks, her lips curled in a provocative smirk. Her tail whispers over the grass behind her as she stops a few feet from the fire.

"Gentlemen," Gilia says, and tosses her clothes casually to the ground.

Hal raises an eyebrow. "Gilia. Not that I'm not...appreciative of this display, but...we really do have to be getting on - "

"Oh, we can! I just figured, well...it seemed like this was all I was to you lot. So I may as well embrace it, right? Just tits...and holes." Gilia grins at them, squeezing her breasts together briefly as she runs her tongue obscenely around her lips. "I thought I might as well embrace my role in the party. Some of you are so eager for a fuckhole you're resorting to magic, and others to ****! Well, we may as well get on with it, then. I've taken Jamir and Turuk for a spin, but they should go again. And you two...well, since you just sat there I figure you might be ready for a taste as well." She gets down on all fours, arching her back seductively. "Well, I've done my rites and made some preparations. Why don't you go on, then?"

Hal frowns, Bodill looking inscrutable as usual, but Jamir asks sharply, "What 'rites?'"

"Why, just a few things I learned from my hellspawn mother," Gilia purrs. "Certain incantations and preparations...the power of devilry flows through my veins, after all, and even if I'm no sorcerer there are certain practices that it's useful for...a woman like me to know." She lies back, stretching luxuriously in the grass as she rolls her hips toward them, reaching down with one hand to spread her lower lips open. "Come on, Jamir...this cunt is specially prepared for you, now...why don't you fuck it? Or my mouth...whatever you like. I've made it all very special for you...a little bit of hellspawn magic...it will feel like nothing you'll ever experience again." She snarls the last words, rolling her head to one side to make pointed, glaring eye contact with the wary-looking wizard.