Seduce their leader.

You decide to push things along rather quickly, and more spontaneously than she could have expected. The Demon King Kyle Warren is here in her camp. Not only that, but he seems to be undressing. The next garment to go is your shirt. You take your time, tantalizingly pulling it up your toned stomach, revealing your bare torso as you remove it completely. Now it's your turn to sigh in an exaggerated tone. You wipe your forehead and grunt. "That's a little better. Now what do you want to talk about?" you ask.

Her eyes are unfocused, or perhaps it's more accurate to say they're overly focused. She doesn't know where to look. Her eyes desperately plead to remain glued to your body, though she knows how that would appear. Her face is red, no matter how much she tries to suppress it, yet now she can't escape from the conversation she initiated. "Oh wow. That drink was extra strong. Though I do rather enjoy making deals while mildly tipsy. Are you the same, Demon King?"

You step closer and smile. "I do. And it's delicious, thank you. Though I am surprised. Usually when I attend feasts like this, work is already over, and it's time for play."

"There will be plenty of time for play, Mr. Warren."

"I can't wait."

She takes in a sharp inhale. Through her flustered expression, she's doing impressively well at maintaining enough of her composure to continue the conversation. Though in this moment, your Kitty Sense brings a tingle up your spine. You stare closely back at the elf. Something is definitely wrong.

Like a sword fight, I need to keep finding moments to jab.

"Ho ho ho~!" Her laugh is ****. "What brings you so far from Tivera? A risky thing. You know there is already one who considers himself the Demon King of these lands. I do not see him often though. Either way, I will not tell."

"But you have seen him."

"Mr. Cresswell, yes. But enough about him. Tell me more about yourself. I want to know what troubles you have brought to my land."

"I am trouble, I admit. There's much to say though. I rule a nation known as Castle Phoenix, direct ally to the Empire of Tivera. Some call me demon, others hero. It doesn't really matter though, right?" You catch her eyes wandering up and down your physique as you speak. "Oh. I wonder where you're looking. Are you curious about my sword?"

"Y-Your... Ah yes, that. It must be magic," she says in regards to your sheathed weapon.

"You can touch if you'd like."

Boldly, she reaches out a hand, and places it upon the pommel. Her nails caress down to the handle.

You gently place your hand on the back of hers. "Careful. Can you handle it?"

She gasps, retreating back with a face now completely red. She swallows hard. "D-Do not touch--" But she can't finish her thought.

Then you feel it again. No, you see it.

It only lasts a moment, but a darkness enveloped her. It wasn't just that though. You swear her shadow literally rose from the ground to curl around her back. It was dark, but it had shape, like a creature, and you could be wrong, but you swear there was a pair of eyes, and they locked onto yours for a fraction of a second.

Something looms over her. A curse? A spirit? I don't know.

She breathes in and out rapidly in an attempt to cool down. "I should temporarily take my leave so that you may return to your companions."

"It's hardly been a few minutes, Monarch. We haven't even really discussed anything yet. And anyway, I enjoy the sound of your voice."

She turns and screams silently to the heavens. You can't see her face, but you know it regardless. Eventually she mutters out, "Mhm. Well, of course you do."

"Still warm?"

"I am."

"Me too. It's too bad I can't take anything else off. Well, I mean I guess I can--"

"No, no!" She shouts as she spins back to face you. Her eyes though stare straight down below your stomach for far too long for a moment before she can pull them back to your face. "We may be bandits, but the only one with an excuse to walk around in the nude is Kaelana, and that is due to a very specific magic item."

"Would it be cooler in your hut?"

"My--" She thinks for a lengthy time, all while staring at you with a now trembling body. "Perhaps it would."

"Away from prying eyes."

"Y-Yes."

"Just us."

Her eyes roll back. You don't know if it's due to her brain exploding from all this teasing, or whatever darkness ails her, but you do see the shape manifest again. It lasts longer, or perhaps you're just getting a better look at it. There's a creature. This isn't a spell. Some sort of evil being is manipulating her in ways too subtle for her to notice, but people close to her have noticed the changes.

All you need to do is make it struggle more. Then, you can exorcise her.