No, She Has a Moment of Introspection.

Lilly said nothing. Part of her wanted to butt in and offer herself to the blacksmith, hoping that doing so would allow her to help pay for the chains. But if she was realistic with herself, paying for the chains wasn't exactly the thing she was really thinking about right now. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she realised. Just days ago, this sort of thing would have been totally alien to her. She would have been on just another patrol, doing what she always did, never realising how close she was to actually living out her fantasies.

She took a breath, shifting gently. Widening her stance caused the chains to tug on her womanhood, made it so that she could really feel her enslavement in that moment. It made her blood rush, it made her horny, clouded her thoughts with lust and desire. Lilly was almost scared of the person she was becoming. She would never have even entrained a thought like that before, to trade her body for something as simple as chains. Chains that were going to be used to bind her, to further her enslavement!

If she had told herself a week ago that she was going to end up like this, well, she wouldn't have believed it. Actually, she probably would have thought that the older version of her was a clone, dimensional double, shapechanger or one of the various other myriad ways that you could mimic someone's appearance. But once she'd figured out it was really her, she wouldn't have believed it. The world felt so different now and not just because she wasn't technically on it anymore. Lilly felt as if she had changed. She'd always had these desires but acting on them had done something to her. It had altered her, or maybe it had just let something loose that had always been inside of her.

She didn't know. She felt lost in a sense, as if she was spinning her wheels, trying to figure out who she actually was. She knew that she was Redwing, she was a hero to New Ember City. But what was she beyond that? Being a hero had always been her life, she'd been in it full time since she was an adult. She'd never really had a chance for anything else. These last few days, though, they'd been something different. She'd managed to take some time for herself even if it was in a really, really weird way. She felt like she'd gotten closer to Dusklord, and she'd lived out her fantasies; feeling what it was like to be truly enslaved. It felt almost like she was a different person than the Redwing who had started all of this.

It didn't make sense. She knew it didn't make sense. She was still her, she still had her core. She was a hero, she was Redwing and that would never leave. But she was also a woman, she also had her own desires, her own lusts. Things that turned her on, things that she never had got a chance to feel before. Now she had, and she wondered if she would be able to simply go back.

She looked up, realising with a flash of guilt that while she had been distracted Dusklord and the smith had continued their debate. It seemed to be coming to some sort of conclusion.

"So it's agreed." Dusklord said. "I can give you sixty Raq now, and if your product is up to standard, I'll give you another forty later once my finances are stable."

"I must be mad for agreeing to this," The smith muttered.

"I'm paying more than you asked," Dusklord pointed out.

"Yes, but only later! Sixty now isn't enough!"

"It'll be hard for a while," Dusklord agreed, "But you'll do better out of it, and I am a man who keeps his word. Not to mention, I am sure I can find other projects for you in the future. Someone who is so understanding is someone you want to keep around, yes?"

"I suppose so..." The blacksmith agreed. He shook his head. "This is crazy. I can't believe I'm doing this. "

"It'll work out, my man!" Dusklord said with a smile. "Have faith in me and I promise I'll pay you back in turn."

The blacksmith nodded unhappily. Lilly was glad to see that Dusklord seemed to have talked him around. She supposed she shouldn't have doubted it - he was charismatic, after all no matter what world he was in. He'd turned on the full **** of his personality and the blacksmith was like a cork bobbing along being carried down the stream. In the end he really didn't have a chance.