It exceeds them.

It takes a few seconds from when you summon the mite for it to form. Dust, dislodged from the wall by your hammering, rises from the cobbled floor in a large circle, which starts to spin rapidly in a spiral, forcing the dust to concentrate in the center. A small sphere forms, then gradually grows horizontally until it's about 2ft across by 1ft tall. Four thick legs grow down from its chest, with flared bottoms and flat ends.

Once complete, it runs through a sequence of actions probably best described as 'stretching', sliding forwards two of its legs while keeping the other two straight, and then repeating that three more times in three different orientations, before scuttling over to you and doing its best to nuzzle into the air. It's actually rather cute, and you watch it for a few moments before your attention is noted and the mite's character sheet opens.

Level 2 Earth Mite
Elemental, Mite
Experience to level up – 200
Attributes
Strength 25 Dexterity 14 Endurance 26 Charisma 10 Manipulation 8 Appearance 12 Perception 16 Intelligence 15 Wits 16
Skill
Brawling 10
Crafting (Stoneworking) 20
Feats
Earth Elemental - As a being of pure earth, you are entirely immune to piercing or air attacks, and take greatly reduced damage from arcane or fire attacks.
Natural Builder - You build structures 50% faster.

Interestingly, this character sheet also has a 'Fame' tab.

Fame: 7
Empower Minion (Temporary) - 10
Denote Champion 0/1 (Liegelord Lvl) - 50
Evolve Minion (Must be Lvl 3) - 100

Definitely something to consider if you ever find yourself in possession of some excess fame. The evolve minion option looks especially interesting, as does the idea of having a champion. Right now, however, you have more pressing concerns. The mite seems to have grown impatient to get to work, and is now trying to tug one of your legs to get your attention - a difficult task indeed, given it's lack of hands and your lack of corporeal limbs. Giving it a slight nudge towards the quarter-filled progress bar, you tell it to get to work, and it suddenly perks up, jumping a good few feet upwards in celebration before running to the archway containing your unfinished bedroom and resting two of its feet against the smooth wall. Next, it draws back the left one and slams it forwards, adding a noticeable millimeter or so to the bar. That took you five minutes yesterday, and yet this little guy did it in one punch, and not even using any tools. It repeats the process with its right leg (Arm? You can't really see a difference), before switching again, and again, until it falls into a rhythm that allows it to throw a punch almost once a second. At this rate, you muse, the whole thing will be done within the hour. May as well get some foraging done in the meantime; you aren't sure how much, if any, food the mite needs/wants, but you like to be prepared.

The trip proves uneventful, and you return with a few more edible berries, along with various nuts and even a rabbit carcass you managed to steal from a fox while it was going in for the kill. As you approach the cave, you are about to call out a sarcastic 'Honey, I'm home!' to your new minion when you hear a voice emanating from your now-complete bedroom.

"Please, I need to speak to him!"

Creeping around the corner, you first spot a somewhat bemused earth mite sitting in the center-right of the room, between the nest and the water fountain. Slinking even further around allows you to see the rest of the room - and with it, a far more gorgeous sight.

Sitting atop your newly constructed shelf is what you originally interpret as an angel, with brilliantly white, fluffy wings folded against her back, perfect curves and meticulously groomed mousy brown hair framing azure eyes. The only aspect of her that sullies her beauty is her flat, nippleless chest, which is so featureless she has forgone covering it, in great contrast to her bottom half, which is clad in a pair of functional cotton trousers.

Of course, there is also the slight problem of her blue skin, but even that is a lovely shade of blue, like the colour of the sky a moment before the sun touches the horizon, so you're willing to put it down to a freak of nature - until your mind, muddled from the shock of coming across such an arousing specimen, reasserts itself, and you realise that she is in fact an aarakocra, a species of flying hunter-gatherers who used their natural skin tones to blend in with the open air and attack land-bound prey from afar. You'd met a tribe of them once, a few years ago now, just after they'd been ambushed by a gang of goblins while sleeping. You'd taken the remaining members, all of whom were injured, back to this very cave and tended to their wounds, while also naturally taking every opportunity to strip away the little clothing they had and leave them exposed before their comrades. They were some of the few victims of yours who were good-humored enough to laugh along with you when you did so, and as such you missed them sorely.

Your reminiscing is interrupted as your uninvited guest speaks again to your minion, this time with even more urgency in her voice.

"I'm sure he'd appreciate what I have to offer him, if you'd please just go find him for me!"

"And what," you ask in the lowest, most booming voice you can muster, "could you possibly offer to me?"

With that, she jumps slightly, and her gaze shifts to the doorway where you were floating but a second ago. By now, of course, you've moved. No point giving up your location if you don't have to. Who knows, it might prove useful to keep her guessing.

"Are you the mischievous air wisp?"

"Perhaps. Who wants to know?"

"My name is Arielle, of the Dawnwings - or at least, I was."

Your memory is still foggy, but you are pretty sure the Dawnwings were the clan you helped all those years ago. This could prove to be even more interesting than expected. "I've heard of them. Why'd you get kicked out?"

"I didn't. I am... the Dawnwings got wiped out. A gang of adventurers, way higher level than any of us, shot a bunch of nets at us. They caught almost everyone, sent them crashing to the ground, then shot those that escaped out of the sky. I only survived because I was flying above a cloud when it happened, so they couldn't see me as easily. I waited a bit, then snuck back, to find the adventurers interrogating all of my clan mates in the nets, asking for the whereabouts of 'the air wisp who strips adventurers naked'. When no-one told them anything, they stabbed all of them and left. I went around afterwards, looking for survivors, and found Leyra, our clan leader, bleeding out. She said she did know where you - where the air wisp was, but he'd shown immense kindness to the clan and she wasn't willing to betray him. Her final words were an order: warn him of the adventurers. And so here I am."

The aarakroca were dead? That was morbid news. And because of you no less. It was almost enough to make you call off stripping the poor girl, which of course you were already preparing for, but you had a plan and were going to stick to it.

"Certainly an interesting story - but I already knew of the adventurers. Do you have anything else to offer me?"

"Uh... no? But Leyra said you were kind, that you'd take me in anyway!"

"Once upon a time I would have done. But things have changed. I'm building a dungeon to defend myself, and everyone needs to be able to pull their weight. Your skills lie in foraging and hunting, which I'm perfectly capable of myself, and you're missing the physical assets you would need to be useful in other ways."

"Whaaa...?" she looks at you confused for a moment, until you blow some air into her chest. She glances down, eeps and then blushes. "I, uh, I have, I can... the rest of me makes up for it, ok?"

She says the last part rather defensively, and, remembering she is trying to gain your favour, qualifies it with, "That's what I tell myself, I mean." Her blush deepens a little, but the pink barely shows on her blue cheeks. That should soon change, you think to yourself with a grin.

"Show me."

She eeps again, hesitates for a few seconds, and then slowly unbuttons her trousers, pulling them down to her waist before stepping out of them. She turns around, and her panties follow soon after, revealing a toned and well-defined butt. You pull them over to the bored earth mite.

"Turn around."

She obeys, revealing her cheeks are rapidly turning scarlet, in a beautiful juxtaposition with the rest of her face. You also get a nice view of the top of her snatch, which while unkempt has obviously had some work done to it with a blade of some kind, keeping her wiry hair from getting out of hand.

"Sit, and spread your legs."

Once more, she obeys, giving you a lovely view of her shapely thighs and her delicately pink pussy lips, nestled within her hair. At this point, her blush has managed to deepen even further, and spread almost to the corner of her mouth. You decide to go in for the kill, figuratively speaking of course.

"Do you really believe that any of what you just showed me makes up for your lack of tits? Your ass is even flatter than your chest, and your slit is entirely covered by your manky crotch hair. Get out. I'll be keeping your trousers."

"Wait! Please, I'll do anything, just at least give me my trousers back, they're all I have!" At this point, you've reduced her to tears. You feel a little cruel, and consider ending it here, but at the same time, you_ _feel it would be wrong to waste this opportunity.

"Anything, you say? Hmmm. Well, perhaps if you were to masturbate before me I might get some small amount of pleasure out of it."

Her blush is, at this point, more purple than red, a trait you remember the other aarakroca you've embarrassed to this degree sharing, and it deepens further as she tentatively reaches one hand down to her crotch and worms a finger in between her lips. She moans involuntarily, before catching herself midway through, then moans again as her other hand snakes down to gently massage her clit.

"More."

She glances at where your voice came from for a second, and then places two more fingers alongside the first one, pistoning them in and out rapidly. Her other hand begins to rub her clit even faster, occasionally stopping to give it a light pinch. By this point, she is moaning freely, and her cheeks have stopped growing redder for the moment. You sit and watch for five minutes or so, observing her build herself to an orgasm, then interrupt her one final time.

"More!"

With that, she plunges her whole fist wrist-deep into her slit, and pinches her clit hard, throwing her into an orgasm. Her whole body shakes as rivulets of fluid run down her arm. Once she's settled down a bit, she looks at you with hatred and betrayal in her eyes. But underneath them... was that lust? Something to keep an eye on in future, you decide.

"Did you enjoy that?" she spits at you, snapping her legs shut.

"Perfect, thanks. Here are your trousers."

You send them flying over to her, and she grabs them out of the air and begins to get dressed.

"Just before you go, you might be interested to know that the adventurers missed something very important about me."

"That you're a horrible, horrible person?"

"That I_ _enjoy tricking people into stripping for me just as much as I enjoy doing it myself."

Arrielle takes a moment to catch on, which she fills by buttoning up her trousers, but then she turns to you with a confused expression on her face. You concentrate yourself before her, making yourself just barely visible, and give her a mischievous wink, along with a smirk.

"Wait.. you mean?"

"Welcome to the team, if you still want to join - I warn you, this kind of thing will happen quite a bit, especially to someone as beautiful as you."

"I thought you said I was ugly?" she counters, suspicious.

"Trust me, that lie hurt as much to say as it did to hear. Honestly, you're one of the prettiest monsters I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

"And, what, you just expect me to believe you, and even join you, after you pulled that?

"Couldn't help myself. It's kind of my thing, y'know. And if you thought that was bad, you should have seen some of the stuff I pulled on the rest of your clan, back when I first met them." You chuckle at the memories, and then stop as you see that Arrielle does not look amused. Taking a risk, you try playing on the brief spark of arousal you saw in her eyes a few moments earlier. "Look, I'm sorry for tricking you like I did, I really am. But you have to admit, it was pretty hot."

"No!" she exlaims, a bit too quickly, "It was not... not... it was mean, and... and cruel, and horrible!" Despite her words, she doesn't look or sound convinced. You grin in triumph.

"You aren't convincing anyone, cutie." She blushes, and then finally caves.

"I guess it was, a little."

"A little what?"

"Don't - please."

"Awww, but you look so cute when you're embarrased."

She glares at you, but its playful now, without the malice that was present before.

"Can we just get on with it?"

"Wow, someone's eager to be stripped."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"Honestly, I don't even know how I formalise it. Normally it's more intuative."

But even as you speak, the relevant popup appears.

Accept Arrielle Dawnwing into your Lair?

You hit yes, and feel a small rush of experience. You decide to take a quick peak at her character sheet, something you hadn't bothered with up to now.

Arrielle Dawnwing, Level 5 Aarakroca
Monster, Aarakroca, Explicit
Experience to level up – 379
Attributes
Strength 22 Dexterity 34 Endurance 21 Charisma 25 Manipulation 18 Appearance 31 Perception 28 Intelligence 24 Wits 23
Skill
Stealth 10
Archery 15
Dodge 10 (+10 while in combat)
Athleticism 15
Awareness 5
Camouflage 5 (+15 while flying)
Feats
Natural Camouflage - While flying in open air, your Camouflage skill counts for +15 more thanks to the natural blue pigmentation of your skin.
Agile - While in combat, your Dodge skill counts for +10 more.
Liege – You have chosen another monster to be your Liege. It is harder for you to lie to or work against your Liege. Your Liege may choose to impart a number of benefits to you.
Monstrous Appearance – when attempting to use Appearance in a positive way on creatures without the Monster subtype, count it at 20 points lower until the target gets used to you.