Put the stone to use

As you return to the door, you resume the flow of time with a mere thought, and the room around you springs back to life. With a discreet cough you draw Charlene's attention, and she spins around, caught off guard, hastily pushing the drawer shut behind her. The flustered look on her face betrays her surprise at your unexpected presence, being nearly caught red-handed hovering over a drawer full of sex toys. "Who the blazes are you? What are you doing in my private chambers?" she demands to know.

You offer a lurid smile: "Let's say I'm a man of many talents.... and the locks in this mansion are not as challenging as one might think."

Charlene straightens her back, secure in her noble authority despite being alone in a room with a stranger: "Don't play games with me! Tell me your name and what you are doing here!"

"Well, Lady Wakefield, just call me the..." you wrack your brain for a moment for a suitably dashing nickname, before blurting out a cringe one instead, "... the Midnight Marauder! A phantom who dances in moonlit mischief. And I couldn't help but overhear about the fun you've been having. Naughty toys, leather collars, not to mention that luscious pet you've got waiting downstairs – quite the collection. I just wanted to see the woman behind such exquisite tastes."

Charlene's face flushes at being called out on her drawer of private delights: "Th- that's none of your business! Are you some kind of spy? Are you working for someone?"

"Ah, demanding. I like that in a woman. Would you like me to spy on you? I'll just stand quietly in the corner while you go to town on yourself," you suggest, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"Enough with your insinuations! Just tell me what you're doing here," Charlene insists, her tone growing more assertive, "unless you'd like my guards to beat it out of you. Maybe I'll promote whatever's left of you to my new courtjester!"

With but a thought you command the flow of time to freeze again. You saunter over to Charlene, frozen in the moment she's wagging her finger at you. Hmm, a courtjester, you think to yourself; we'll soon see who's to be the real fool here. You loop your fingers around the waistband of her pants, tug them forwards, and deftly slide the enchanted stone down the front of her lacy undergarments, before allowing the waistband to snap back into place. The rhythms of the stone against her most sensitive areas will surely promise to cause quite a ruckus down there. Returning to your previous position, you release time with another mental command. Charlene, oblivious to the intrusion, continues to castigate you, but you notice a momentary discomfort flickers across her features, and she shifts uneasily, as of yet unaware of the providence of the sensations she's trying to suppress.

"Now, you better identify yourself or prepare to be... be... forcibly removed!" Charlene demands, a flicker of irritation in her voice. However, her composure wavers as the rhythmic pulses from the stone begin to take effect. "I won't... tolerate... intruders!" Charlene manages to grit out between gasps, her attempts at authority undermined by the growing discomfort.