Mell's father reunites with his daughter.

Your cart arrives in a clearing about an hour outside of Grant.

You and your compatriots set up camp.
"We don't have much time before the girl's father will get here, so get ready!" You command to the gathered demons in mortal form.
Mirin, a lieutenant of yours in the body of a dark-skinned human, approaches you with a pair of metal manacles.
Snapping them onto your wrists, he asks, "You really think this is going to work, boss?"
"Oh, I do, Mirin." You say confidently. "I'll turn up the waterworks, try to run to him, really give him a show. It'll be a snap."
"What if he starts to get suspicious?"
"I'll just say that I hit my head or something. 'Oh, father, this fog in my mind is so thick I cannot think straight!' That should work for a while..."
You test the bonds and find them sturdy.

"Alright. Now, hit me in the face." You say.
Mirin looks at you with a puzzled look.
"I'm sorry, what?" He says.
"Hit me. Right here." You say, pointing to your eye.
"I don't understand, sir. Why?"
"If we want him to buy this, and by extension me, we have to give no reasons to disbelieve that I am who I say I am. And I don't think that this girl will have wanted to stay with you folks, do you?"
"Alright..."
"Don't hold back. Really let me have it!"
Mirin doesn't waste a second in following your order, winding up and striking you right in the eye with full ****. It doesn't knock you off your feet but it does leave you staggered.
"AH!" You cry in pain.
"Are you alright, Sir?" Mirin says.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright." You say back, nursing the wound. "How does it look?"
He inspects you. "It looks... Fine?"
Your scout up the path calls out to you. "He's coming!"
"PLACES!" You shout.
Mirin picks up the other end of your chains as the men get ready, putting on mean looks befitting slavers and bandits.
An idea comes to you at the last minute. You reach down and under your dress, slipping off your panties. You reach up to Mirin's belt and loop the undergarment through one of his beltloops, making sure the 'trophy' was on full display. Then you drop to your knees and try to look downtrodden.

A man on the back of a large two legged bird comes up to the camp, dismounting swiftly.
He is quite the handsome man, truth be told. He is an older fellow, by mortal standards. Short greying hair, full beard, skin the same shade as yours now is. His features were quite similar to your new ones as well. Clearly the man you've been waiting for. Mell's father.
Clad in a steel breast-plate and a broadsword strapped across his back, he is ready to kill in order to get you back.
Mirin adresses him. "You Jace?"
"I am." The man says.
You spring up and make an attempt to run to him. "Daddy!" You cry.
Mirin pulls you back and you fall on your behind.
"Unhand her, you cur!" Jace says, reaching for his sword.
Mirin pulls up to him. As you are close enough, you whisper in his ear to fondle you. Mirin complies, hoisting you over his shoulder, leaving your nether regions exposed. Mirin grabs a handful of your ass and spreads your pussy wide open, causing Jace to fume.
"I'd be very careful, else I might decide to... make use of your daughter right here."
"That would be very unwise..." Jace says.
"I'm sure... You got the Gil?"
"I do." Jace says, going over to the saddle bags of his pack-bird. He pulls out a hefty sack and throws it to Mirin's feet. Mirin nods toward one of the others and they move to inspect it.
"Twenty thousand Gil. Just as was stated." Jace says.
The money is given a cursory counting. It seems to be all there.
Mirin throws you to the ground. "I'm a man of my word, so here you go." He tosses Jace the keys to your shackles.
"She wasn't even that good of a fuck anyway." Hmn, good line. You'll have to compliment Mirin on that one when you see him. That should get you some extra sympathy.

As the so-called 'slavers' leave, Jace comes to you.
"Are you okay, my dear?!" He says, unlocking you from your chains and tossing them aside.
"I'm alright, Daddy." You say weakly. "Let's go home."