No. And then she's given an unwelcome choice.

For the next hour, Eilwy sat on the steps in front of the Marquess's throne whilst Celia laughed and joked with her guests. At first Eilwy tried to cover herself, but ultimately she grew tired and just sat open to the lustful looks of the room.

Celia had removed her nipples tassels again, leaving her in just her small purple, bikini panties. She tried not to look at them, all too aware that the folds of her most personal area were visible, pressing against the thin, tight fabric whilst she was sat on the steps.

Still, Celia let her keep the bikini panties on - which was something.

When the hour was up and the guests had eaten their food, the Marquess stood and stretched and gave the leash a tug, pulling Eilwy to her feet. There were amused looks from the crowd, for whom the defeated mage and her fate was still exciting.

"I must bid you good night," Celia said with a mock stretch and yawn. "I wish to spend some time alone with the enchantress." There was laughter from the men, whilst many of the women gave Eilwy knowing looks or sly winks.

Eilwy found herself covering her small breasts involuntarily, which only caused more mirth. Celia smiled and raised the cane threateningly. Eilwy reluctantly lowered her hands again, exposing her pink nipples for the room's amusement once more.

Then Celia was sweeping from the room, pulling Eilwy behind her on the leash. As the crowd stood aside to let them go through, Eilwy caught sight of a young blonde woman miming licking a pussy at her. Eilwy flushed, and hated herself a little for giving the girl such satisfaction. Sara and Elyn followed behind, still wearing their black and white maid outfits.

Once they were out of the hall, Celia paused thoughtfully and turned to the enchantress.

"I'm not sure whether to take you to my bed chamber for some fun, or to the dungeon for some pain. Either way will be pleasurable for me. Not so much for you. On this occasion, Eilwy the Enchantress, I shall let you choose. What will it be? Do you wish to be shamed between my smooth bedsheets or whilst hung up from a chain? Which would you find least degrading?"

There was a charged pause. One of the maids giggled and covered her mouth. Eilwy looked frantically for escape, but of course there was none.

"Tell me," Celia purred. "It's your choice. Nod your head to come to my bedroom. Shake it for the dungeon."