Have some fun.

Malc watched the entity sway impatiently, her movements alluring even now. Only half-seriously, he decided that he needed to test his control more.

"G-grope yourself, please," Malc said, his voice shaking a bit. He was anxious and excited, afraid he was wrong and she could still kill him, and eager to see if she'd indeed do what he asked.

She gave him a funny look, but her hand reached up anyway, grabbing the soft mound of flesh and gently kneading it.

Malc swallowed hard. Beyond doubt, she was his to command. But he was nothing if not scientific; a third test was needed to confirm the previous results, and he had just the thing.

"Tear... tear your robe off, and throw it away behind you."

She half-smiled, grabbing the V of her robe and ripping it open. As she tore strips off and tossed them carelessly behind her, she spoke, "I wasn't sure about you at first, but, despite your weak appearance, you've got a commanding heart inside you."

"How do you figure?" Malc asked, his voice a bit more stable now that he was more sure of his safety.

"You asked me to tear," she said as the last strip came off, "where most would have just asked me to remove. There's a strength in you..." She stood up straight, clad now only in a simple cloth bra and panties, both as black as her robe. "If you were anyone else, I'd resent being at your command..." she said, licking her lips, "but for you, my young master, I almost don't mind..."