She'll probably miss that date…

“Now,” Balian began, offering Maila a serene smile which belied the fact that he had just ravaged her mouth, “time to get on with the real reason I’ve come to see you.”

That, to Maila, sounded about as ominous as anything she’d ever heard.

In the blink of an eye, the wizard was fully dressed again, while everything in the bar but he and Maila remained completely frozen in time.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Maila asked, not being surprised at the fact that she could speak again until both of her questions had been uttered.

“I’m not an enemy of yours, but a friend rather, if that’s what you are wondering.” Balian replied, again with the same calm tone of speech, “And what I want from you will soon become self-evident.”

“A friend?” Maila protested, “You’ve just **** me!”

“And you enjoyed it, enough for you to climax twice even. Can it really be called **** then?”

Maila was about to protest, but again she found that no words came forth when she opened her mouth, Balian had muted her again. It was at least a very effective way of making it clear when he didn’t desire having a debate.

Holding up his right hand, Balian focused his gaze on his index finger, where a flicker of turquoise light suddenly appeared.

The light danced through the air over to Maila’s face, where it landed on her right cheek and sank into her skin, causing a burning, tingling sensation.

Still unable to move anything but her head, Maila felt the burning start to move down her cheek and onto her chin, continuing swirling down over her body, seemingly chasing itself until finally the turquoise light had transformed itself into a tattooed maelstrom, located on her bald vaginal mound, just above her labia.

The tingling feeling remained, though it now had a much more pleasant vibe to it, and Maila soon found herself longing for Balian to get his cock out again and fuck her.
On second thought, it wasn’t just a lust for Balian, but for any man, or woman, which Maila now experienced.

“That will be of great use to you where you are going, I hope.” Balian informed Maila, whose eyes went wider still when she heard the last part of that sentence.

-Going where? She wanted to ask, but she remained mute, so that she could neither scream in panic nor protest when flames of blue light suddenly began to sparkle around her body.

“Good luck, and don’t worry!” Balian stated, serenely, just before Maila vanished into thin air.

Turning himself into the shape of a common, grey townsperson, Balian snapped his fingers and watched the world start moving again. The part with the fingers was completely unnecessary, of course, but Balian found it quite humorous.

Heading over to the bar, he ordered himself a tankard of ale.