Listening And Love

The crowd parts for you as you step forward, your mind drifting to the thought of control as requested.

To control someone.

What did that even mean?

You had never even had the pleasure of someone even just listening to you, trusting you. At best you had been a shadow, unseen and quickly forgotten. At worst, a nuisance to be silenced. Just to have someone hear you, really hear you and want to hear more and more from you, would make you so happy. To get someone to listen, to feel as if your words mattered, that had to be a measure of control.

But that was not all.

While you had never experienced love, you remembered the words of a bard who had visited the inn once. This bard had a troupe of women following him, all of them looking at him with utter devotion, hanging on every word he said and quickly following any lewd or even dangerous order he gave them. Thinking back, perhaps he had been trained in the art of Enchantment as well, as you had over heard him drunkenly bragging, "Love, is the key, friends. When someone loves you utterly they will do things for you they would have never considered otherwise."

You wanted to know that feeling too. To know that someone loved you so strongly, they would do anything you wanted them to in the hope you would feel the same towards them. To know they would keep obeying out of love even if you never truly returned those feelings.

To be listened to and to be loved. That was what you wanted and thus, to you, was the power you desired.

You stop as you realize you have reached the foot of the main staircase and the end of the line of servants. Curiously, you look back over your shoulder to see who, if anyone, has broken away to be your follower as Mistress Daehva said they would. To your surprise and, given the whispered mutterings you hear, the surprise of some of your fellow students, you find not one but two strikingly different females standing a step or two behind you.

The one on the left was clearly a human with shoulder length black hair. She was also one of the fittest looking humans, man or woman, you have ever seen. She is just slightly shorter than you but with thick shoulders, muscular arms and legs, abs you are pretty sure you could scrub laundry on and her stance puts you in mind of some of the wandering warriors that would occasionally pass through for a night on their ways to more important locations in the world. However, none of this takes away from her feminine nature, her breasts notably pulling at the scraps of material that bound them back and her hips having just enough of a curve to ensure she could never be mistaken as a man even if she had been fully covered.

The one on the right is almost her polar opposite as she towers a good foot and a half over the both of you. Her skin being almost jet black, short cropped white hair and noticeably pointed ears poking out of the sides of her head give her nature as a Drow away. In addition, whereas the human female is muscular and lean, the Drow woman is soft and round, her breasts so large they look like they are going to fall out of their binding at any second and her hips wide and rounded.

Over what is now your human servant's shoulder, you see Mistress Daehva smirking in a knowing way. "A lucky boy indeed," she says, "Now get a move on. You each get a minute head start to find a room before I send the next down the line so off you go! And no taking the masks off until you're in a room!"

You nod to Daehva and head up the stairs, your new followers matching your pace while staying a step or two behind. You start to look around, pondering if you should take the first room you reach or search around and compare a few before settling, which might allow you to meet some of your fellow students... or come into conflict with them.