Ria visits Karn.

Ria crept out of her tent. Her cheeks were flushed, her heart racing, her pussy throbbing with need after her erotic dream. She went to the tent where they were holding Karn prisoner. Outside, she composed with a deep breath, then opened the flap.

Hanna sat across from Karn. It seemed as though both magic-users were meditating, though Karn's hands were bound behind his back.

"Hanna," Ria whispered. "Hanna!"

Hanna opened her eyes. "Hmm?"

"I'll take a shift watching him, okay?" Ria said, trying to keep the lust out of her voice. Karn cracked one eye open, and grinned that wicked grin at her.

"Are you sure, Ria?" Hanna asked.

"Yes, get some rest," she replied. "He's tied up. Nothing can happen."

"Okay," Hanna said. "Good luck." The witch left the tent, leaving Ria and Karn alone.

"To what do I owe this..." Karn said, slowly, "...pleasure?"