Try to bargain

Lust courses through your veins and your breaths are already shallow and rapid. You desperately want to surrender to the exotic elf and feel what pleasures she offers you, however your sense of duty to Glenda compels you to at least try and preserve your modesty and dignity in front of her even as you grind your thighs together to press on your too-needy sex.

"Erm...well... You make a very compelling argument, but we're sisters of the Burning Rose, we don't-"

Ayla cuts you off with a delighted laugh. "Oh save it, I know what you are, and I know the rules of your order, believe me. I also know that you both smell like sperm and sex, and you!" She points directly at you as you vainly try to **** yourself to stop trying to rub your crotch with your legs. "You are practically soaking my floor. Seriously, you're so wet I'm going to have to wipe down the floor behind you or else it will cause water damage!" The elf matron sweeps up to you and grabs a firm hold of your ass before trailing her tongue all the way up your neck to your earlobe.

You shiver, paralyzed by desire. Whether its leftover from your time with Ivona, or something Ayla is putting off, you know there's no way what you're feeling is natural. Still, you can't bring yourself to care, and you groan and press yourself against the domineering elf.

"Tell you what, since your cute friend," Ayla glances at Glenda, "obviously isn't so needy I'll make you a deal. You," she plants a wet kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck and continues, "will keep me entertained for a spell. Then you both can share my room. Sound fair? Come on, it's best deal in town..." She purrs and pushes her chest into yours, prompting you to groan and grab at her pronounced breasts.

"Deal...goddesss, deal!" You can't take it anymore. You've been deprived, watching Glenda and Ivona had made you so stirred up that you had to have this for yourself. This Ayla, she seemed just as potent as any imp venom you'd been exposed to since the abbey.

"Excellent." Ayla fairly purrs again, looking like the cat that caught the canary. You're far too aroused to notice or care though. She shoos her hand dismissively at Glenda. "Your friend has covered your bill. You can wait outside."

"But Sabine, wha-"

Ayla flicks her wrist and Glenda is lifted from the floor and floated outside the bedroom. It is a powerful, if casual display of magic that shocks her, but doesn't cause much concern to you in your current state. "Outside, out, out, out! Now it's private time with my lovely...Sabine... And don't worry! I know all about the vows you silly sisters take, I won't make her break them." With another wave of her hand, the door swings shut and she adds, "Unless you ask very, very nicely." The door slams shut, and a magical-looking film slides down over it.

You briefly wonder if maybe this wasn't the best idea. But you quickly leave the doubts behind. After all, the elf had said she wouldn't harm your vows without you even needing to prompt her, you know you can trust her after that!