Help her... For a Price

Slime, Level 7 Monster
Amorphous, Monster

Helpful, you think with a roll of your eyes, but you know, roughly, how they fight, and you're confident you can take one on with a bit of assistance. As it inches inexorably closer, you improvise a disguise-- stripping off your robe, turning it inside-out, and tying it around your waist like a kilt to make yourself out to be less 'evil cultist mob' and more 'wild fey NPC'. Then you brace yourself against the tree and wait for the opportune moment.

Either Slimes have higher Stealth skills than you remember, or Natalie's Perception is abysmal, because it slams into her before she notices it, sending her sprawling into the mud with a panicked squawk. When she flips herself over, sees the man-sized blob looming over her, and, once she realizes what's about to happen, starts scrabbling backwards, sobbing and praying, you decide to act: Someone's prayers ought to get answered around here, you think dryly to yourself, and you kick off the tree, letting your Levitation fly you straight into the Slime's side and bury your dagger into it up to the hilt.

She gasps, apparently not noticing how little damage you actually did, and you jump back off of the monster before its pseudopods can grab you, rapidly circling around it and tearing at its viscous flesh with abandon, trusting your Dodge and superior movement speed to keep you safe. Unfortunately, though, it seems like Slimes have a non-zero Intelligence score-- after a solid fifteen seconds or so of strafing it while the Human watches, dumbstruck, it decides to go after a target it can hit, launching those slimy tentacles after her instead. You move to intercept them, but it turns out to be feint: The moment you dive alongside it to cut them off, it slams into your side, sending you tumbling into the mud, taking the wind out of your lungs and a great big chunk out of your HP. You curse your frail body and lack of armor-- though your natural damage resistance ate some of it, your opponent is pretty much just a big ball of Strength and Endurance.

Luckily, it's starting to weaken. Despite (or, you realize, because of) being made of jelly, Slimes aren't immune to bleeding effects, and you can layer enough of them on it with your jagged ritual dagger to overcome its natural regeneration. More surprising is when you feel an alien warmth surge through you, catching your breath and filling your muscles with vigor; you look up to see the Human on her feet, waving her staff frantically in front of her to fight off the Slime as golden sparks trail away from her other hand, whose palm is facing in your direction. You grin, picking yourself out of the muck and shooting your hands out in front of you, the incantation tumbling from your lips almost of its own volition. Caught mid-slam by the Slow spell, the Slime heaves over as if suddenly made of molasses, slow enough that even your wimpy rescuee can stumble out of the way. It's enough to turn the tide: Seven seconds isn't terribly long, and you count them down in your head, but it's long enough to let you run up to it and hack away at it like a man possessed-- even the cleric lands a couple swings on it, and it finally collapses into a puddle of goo shortly after your hex wears off.

You flash her your most winning smile, but have to struggle to cover your surprise at the flashing sparkles and fanfare of her leveling up, jumping back into the air and coughing lightly. You don't check your Character sheet, but you assume you just barely missed the mark yourself.

"Congratulations." You snarl internally at yourself, but it's necessary to keep up the facade. "Are you lost, Human? There are beasts more dangerous than that out here, you know." You circle around her as you talk, leaning forward slightly; to prevent her from focusing on you and seeing your stats, mostly, but also to eye her up-- rather than being a chaste, amorphous mass of cloth, her drenched robe is now clinging to all of her delicious curves, and has gone tantalizingly transparent in places.

She smiles nervously, bowing slightly to you as much as her body's still trying to make itself as small as possible. "Th-Thank you, mister! I'm, ah, a little bit? M-my player is out here to gather slime and herbs, so..."

"Oh, is that so?" You smirk, flitting back in front of her and patting the bundle on your back. "Perhaps I can help you with both of those things, eh? An exchange of goods and services... After, perhaps, repayment for my rescuing you?" Her eyes go wide for a moment, but you hold back a sigh of relief when she nods with an 'of course!' and wades over to a fallen log to sit, away from the gradually respawning blobs. Hopefully, you register as a friendly monster to her, though you're confident you could probably still kill her before her Player returned, if you needed to.

"I, uh... W-What would you like? I d-don't have much in the way of money..." The Human stammers, shivering slightly as she pulls things out of her bag and into her lap. You snort, though the blood-red crystal she withdraws does catch your eye; you've never seen anything quite like it before. Your loins, however, have a different objective, and your Silver Tongue agrees. "Sorry, Human, but your coins are useless to me. First, why don't you get out of that soggy robe? I'd feel bad if you caught a cold under my watch." Her face quickly flushes red at your suggestion, but it seems that you might have been able to appeal to her Meekness as she quietly nods and reaches up to her collar, looking at you... You end up having to turn away to persuade her to actually undress, though you absolutely watch her peel off her clothes out of the corner of your eye, since you've already been able to infer that she doesn't have any underwear.

Rather than approach her once she stammers out an 'okay', you float backwards toward her, flourishing a bit as you attempt a midair backflip onto the log-- it's a hell of a lot clumsier than you like, given your low stats, but your Levitation at least prevents you from cracking your head open on anything, and lets your settle down semi-gracefully beside her. It had its intended effect, anyway; flinging off your shitty robe-kilt, since it was already loosened by the battle. You lean back, propping yourself up with your arms to give her a full and unrestricted view while pretending to be blithely ignorant of or uninterested in your own nudity.

You're both lying, of course, and you laugh silently to yourself as the cleric blushes deeper-- she's trying to focus on her items and not your erect cock (you're slightly shorter than the notably short Human, and kind of scrawny, but you like to think you're well-equipped for your size), while you pretend to be interested in them instead of stealing glances at her plush body. She's got one arm squeezed into her breasts to cover them, but you'd guess they're as big as her head, and her thighs (which you can get away with ogling, since that's were said items are) are deliciously plump; just holding them together is enough to prevent you from seeing anything but a small patch of dark fuzz above her groin. Everything about her screams 'soft', really, even though she's not particularly chubby.

"So," you drawl casually, "what have you got there?" Just hearing your voice again startles her a bit, and she stammers while starting to list them off-- You're not especially interested in her rations, since food is plentiful around here, but her potions might be useful. She doesn't seem to know what the crystal even is, yet, but she's obviously too distracted to examine it right now, since she doesn't even make it to the end of the list before she's devolved into a sweaty mess of 'um's and 'uh's, eyes glued to your manhood. You twitch it experimentally, and she flinches, swallowing hard.