Water-Walker

The four women close ranks together, the three elder women shielding the smallest. You smile. "Thank you for volunteering your young friend." You hold out an open hand and clench it into a fist. The three women, their faces displaying their struggles, suddenly turn around and grab their young companion, holding her fast and pulling her forward to your extended hand. Her own struggles, though, go totally unimpeded by her collar; as soon as she is grabbed, she begins to thrash violently against the hands of her friends. Their hands are implacable, though, and she is dragged forward, shouting, to you. Her twisting body stretches against her clothing, pressing the sheer material tight against her breasts and legs. You reach out to take her, almost gently, by the throat, and twist your other wrist, locking the stairways closed. Then you both disappear.

You take the two of you to another room of the tower. It is large, probably taking up the entire floor of the tower. It is windowless, lit only by flickering torches which burst into flame as they appear in the room. The room is furnished with numerous columns, benches, and alcoves. The ceiling is shadowed, but dim outlines suggest various things hang there. You release her throat as she stands gasping after her struggles and turn in a circle. "I built my tower here to enjoy the best aspects of all this land had to offer. You and your companions probably chose it for much the same reasons. A pity you couldn't truly enjoy the full effect without being able to teleport throughout it. We're on the sixth level; the third, naturally, is the cliffs, the fourth water, and the fifth forest. I thought you'd find this level the most... intense. You're a daughter of the open sea, free and spacious. The stone, the fires, the darkness... this room is especially frightening, is it not? But I apologize for my rudeness; I have only talked, never listening. Tell me, my dear, what is your name?"