Get a massage.

Naturally you have a room in Raffermir that can be set up as a massage parlour in a manner of moments. Two cushioned tables are set up, and in no time at all, you're left alone with Janlanna, Phaedra, and a third girl who considered it an honour to service you in such a manner. She's a human girl with short black hair, dressed in a servant's outfit. But this is Raffermir, so despite her attire being that of a serving girl, it's still made beautifully with a rich shades of brown and green--puffy sleeves, and the dress leads down to end at her thighs.

Otherwise, the room isn't gigantic, but it's quite lovely, and can be set up for different purposes and the two massage beds are still ample distance apart. A table nearby holds a burning stick of incense, filling the room with a calming rose-like scent.

"Must the Demon King receive a massage so close to me?" Janlanna mutters.

"Please try to relax," affirms Phaedra. "He will not even be that close."

"Apologies. I didn't know you wanted such privacy between you and Phaedra," you say. "But I don't blame you."

"N-No!" the elf blurts out. "That is not at all what I--Fine. You are correct. It is better that you are here as well, especially so that I can keep a watchful eye on your actions, as is my mission."

Phaedra chuckles. "Of course. Now please undress."

"In front of you?"

"Are you more concerned about that than the Demon King?"

"I meant the plural you... Forget it. Y-Yes, Demon King. You best not look, or it will only prove to me your wicked ways."

"That was never my intention." You cross your arms and turn towards the wall. Beneath your line of sight is the servant girl standing with a smile on her face, and she immediately begins to remove your cape, and then the rest piece by piece. "Thank you," you speak to her.

Meanwhile, a suit of armour takes a bit more effort to remove.

After a moment of struggle, Phaedra places a hand upon the girl's shoulder. "Please. Allow me to help. Certainly you have retainers to do this normally, yes? It is not difficult for me to remove your armour. I would not be able to truly back up the claim of my magic fingers otherwise." Her hands slip over the silver and begin to unclasp the suit, starting with her pauldrons. "It is about knowing exactly where to touch."

Janlanna shivers. "Th-Thank you," she whispers under her breath. "That is perfect."

"Right here, hmm?"

"I have the rest! Thank you again. This metal is quite light-weight, so I can remove the remainder on my own."

The next time you turn, albeit after some time of waiting patiently, the templar is laying flat on her stomach without any clothes to be seen. Her modest chest is squished against the cushion of the table, and her arms are up and crossed beneath her head. A small white towel has been draped over her bare rear. Otherwise, she's undressed and ready to finally receive her first ever massage.

You lay on your table next, but you didn't come here specifically for the massage. You have a harem of beautiful women who are willing to do anything you desire at any given time, and while that doesn't make a simple massage not enjoyable, you're here to observe Janlanna as she hopefully learns to accept herself even more. A sexual encounter is not at all what someone requires to come out--far from it--but in a situation like this one, such a big step is likely what Janlanna needs to really accept her desires and break free from the stranglehold of Lasis' teachings.

As the servant girl lays her hands upon your shoulders, she begins to knead her fingers into your red-hot devilish muscles.

"You have truly never experienced this before?" Phaedra asks. "It is not as if this is unusual, even in Varat."

"I have always been too busy I suppose," she mutters.

She rubs lotion between her hands. Then finally, she places her hands upon the bare back of Janlanna, and caresses up around her supple shoulders with a caring, gentle touch.

Janlanna reacts with a quiet gasp. She's silent, but you can tell there's an ocean of feelings within her mind, and some are quite conflicting. Though at the time, she simply feels relaxed, perhaps for the first time in ages. "Ah... I can already feel stress melting away."

"I have barely begun," whispers Phaedra. Her hands message around her neck, over her shoulders, and down her back. "There are so many knots here that I may not even get them all with only a single session. I may have to prescribe you with multiple visits."

"I... I w-would not mind..." she mumbles, melting like a stick of butter.

Phaedra doesn't gloat for no reason. She really is an expert with her hands. You've experienced it yourself. Never before have you seen a girl that could do such amazing things without the use of magic, but on top of that, she has quite the collection of treasures at her disposal if needed. She's quite the lady though to not even need any help while taming the templar.

Her fingers push into her tender flesh along her sensitive sides. As she pushes down towards her lower back, Janlanna lets out an embarrassing groan.

"Oh. You like that?" Phaedra asks.

In response, the elf purses her lips, clearly feeling weak to have let out such a noise.

"Relax," adds the jinn. "Such noises are normal when receiving a massage. It means the stress is wafting away. Feel this. I am going to move my fingers in such a way to release some of that stress right now."

"Mm~!" The elf takes a few deep breaths. "I was unaware this is what a massage felt like."

"It must be more intense if it is your first time."

"Please do not word it in such a way."

She smiles. "Everybody has certain energies that flow through their body. Monks know well, the natural spiritual energy that can be channelled to deal hefty blows, or to restore one's vitality. There is also mana, what powers magic by circuits. These can be manipulated in certain ways. If one knows how to touch just right, these energies can be made to flow differently, more effectively, or even less effectively, though the latter is not my goal. If you will, feel this."

All it appears she's doing it pushing and sliding her thumbs around her lower back, just above her ass, in a precise manner, though when she does, Janlanna reacts with an audible moan and shudder through her body. She clenches her butt and colour begins to fill her cheeks.

"How was that?" Phaedra asks. Her hands slide back up, but this time, they cup around the sides of the girl's squished breasts. Her fingers push against the firm, tender skin. "I can make you feel incredible, Ms. Elerem, if you will allow me to do so."

The servant girl beside you lowers her head. "Uhm... I'm sorry that I can't do what she does, Lord Efrin."

You look to her with a chuckle. "You make me feel amazing. Don't worry so much."

Her face suddenly lights up with a smile.