Wild-Walker

No one volunteers. The women simply recoil from you in fear. One, though, seems less fearful than the others, and as your gaze settles on her the red-haired woman straightens her back and stands firmly amid the other three, daring you to choose her. You slowly look over her body, her attire scarcely concealing anything. You nod in approval. "You fear me." She begins to laugh, a **** thing that she tries to make as derisive as she can. You cut her off. "Stop that. That was not a question; it is true. That you can defy me while still fearing me is even more of a credit to you. You will do." You step forward and grip her firmly by the throat; even as her muscles tense with the pain she stares back evenly. You smile and your other hand twists, locking the stairways closed. Then it sweeps around onto her ass, grinding her hips forward obscenely into you as 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 has open windows on the east side, clearly illuminated by the rising sun. Through the window is a clear view of the cliffs and mountains. The room is strangely furnished, the stone floor sandy and dry, the walls flat slabs. Large rocks are strewn sparsely across the floor, some as tall as a man. You release her throat and body 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 third level; the fourth, naturally, is the water, the fifth forest, and the sixth earth. I thought you'd find this level the most... intense. You're a woman of the forests, dark, dangerous, and closed-in. Always something to put your back against, always something challenging to oppose. The open cliffs, the dry air, the openness... 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?"