Ursula will teach Hyte how to be an effective interrogator

"First, I would like you to satisfy a certain suspicion of mine." The curvy counselor pushed her glasses further up upon the bridge of her nose, so that the frames shined in the low torch-light of the dungeon. "Your duties as a jailer... they also include interrogation, I would imagine? It can't be the case that you knights gather prisoners in here and leave their information on other criminal activities untouched..."

"Of course, ma'am. I keep a very thorough catalog of all such interactions here, in my files," Hyte offered, gesturing behind herself with one waved palm.

Ursula clicked her teeth again, thinking the girl shouldn't brag about her file collection if she wasn't going to share it. "How does your average interrogation go? Do your prisoners respect you?"

"No!" The girl puffed out her cheeks again and crossed her arms, looking about ten instead of eighteen or whatever advanced, eighteen-years-old-looking age she was in elf years. "They're insufferably rude. I've tried reasoning with them and used all of the techniques available to me as a jailer in the knightly order, but they rarely give me anything useful. Still, I record it all, as is my duty."

"... I take it you mean that you've used all of the techniques available to you by the old manual, not the new revision?"

The elf's eyes widened and her face reddened once more. "Yes."

"Of course." Ursula's eyes darted to the far side of the jail, still on the good side of the bars, where a wall of various implements such as short crops, whips, handcuffs, chains, gags, etc. included... things she was familiar with (and appreciated) from her days in the inquisition but hadn't gotten to use in a long time. By the dust covering those things and the way many of them had been loosely covered with tarp, Ursula suspected that the current jailer had never touched them. "You're going to need to learn those. The knights won't be happy if they realize you're shirking their new initiative."

"Ooooh, I-I don't know, Miss Wilmette," the knight's jailer protested, backing into her filing shelf once again and causing a few of them to fall off onto the floor. She quickly knelt down to begin gathering them up.

As she did, the pointed tip of one of Ursula's boots came down upon one of the papers. The counselor's red lips were smiling with the hint of a new opportunity she'd just become aware of. "I can teach you, you know? An inquisitor needs to have two things... an intimidating aura and, where that won't work... something else to offer."

"S-S-Something else?"

"Something else," Ursula hissed, as if determined to fix the girl's cutesy stuttering. "I was an inquisitor once." The woman said that all the time as though bragging about it, even though the inquisitions were, in reality, a rather dark time in the church's history. Still, in this case, the knowledge could come in useful. "Do you have any particularly troublesome prisoners right now? If you'd like... while you pull the files on the rumors of the black-winged angel I requested, I could show you how to extract information from them."

"... That sounds highly outside regulations..."

"You're thinking of a specific prisoner now. How do they act towards you?" Ursula had adopted a sympathetic tone, even though her sharp blue eyes were smiling behind the bright tint of her glasses.

"Rude! So rude! I can't stand them!"

"I can correct that attitude." A wicked grin had taken over the counselor's face; her tongue appeared hungrily from one corner and lightly traced her ruby red lipstick.

The girls' eyes widened further and her gloved hand covered her mouth. "Could you? Teach me to be... able to do that?"

"Yes... Simply point me to them, then watch and learn..." Ursula was now much more excited about this opportunity than she was focused on getting the files she'd originally come here for. The town of Merridan truly was full of opportunities for the sexually ambitious now... "Oh. And pull the files, of course."

Hyte Blackleather's trembling hand reached out to point to a dark cell towards the back of the jail.