Rather well all things considered

The Condiment wizard went to the dryads one by one, having them demonstrate their abilities. Which were, to his surprise, different from each other, which he honestly should have expected. The red dryad was able to create some kind of plant spike parasite. The yellow dryad created some kind of heavy pollen. Sadly, he couldn't test the exact specifics of either ability.

As they needed a test subject for both abilities, and he couldn't have them use it on each other, and they refused to test it on him. Which was probably a good thing considering they didn't know the exact effects of either the gravy pollen or the spike plant parasite. Though the last dryad had an ability, they could test it. She could grow complete human replicas of herself. It was a very interesting and useful ability.

Though it was very distracting, as the woman created by the white dryad was not created with clothes. So he had a group of very nude women hovering around him, clearly eager to serve him. It was very tempting to use them to bring himself more sexual relief, especially as it would be a good way to test how accurate and functional these plant clones of hers were.

For now, though, he got control of himself. He wrote the results of the latest round of testing and bid them all goodbye, wanting to back to his cell to think on how best to use their abilities and how this new information would affect his plans. The dryads and plant clones all waved good bye and wished him well. The moment their master was gone, the white dryad Halle and her plant clones gave them other two smug looks before settling down in their corner of the lab.

The red dryad Cecil gave a scoff at her smugness and focused back on her newly discovered ability to create wooden-spike parasites. She couldn't see what they actually did to people, but she could practice how best to use them just as projectiles. She was practicing her aim by shooting them at the farthest wall away from her. She fired with more force than was necessary, as she had been imagining shooting her father with the spikes.

So she was leaving large holes in the wall; luckily, the plants in the room moved to fill them, maintaining the stability of the wall. As she knew she would be in deep shit if her reckless aim practice destroyed her master's tower. Though perhaps she could be forgiven if she did mess up that badly, as once she got her revenge and claimed the Kane fortune, she could get him a dozen of such towers.

Though for now she couldn't do that as she didn't have the family fortune yet. A dark smile lit up her face at the thought of how she was going to go about getting it. The yellow dryad Fisher watched the anger of Cecil and the arrogant smugness of Halle. As it didn't matter, why get angry or smug about anything when their purpose was to serve the master? The only real emotion of any sort was eagerness.

Which is what he felt for them as his tools; they should always be eager to serve him anywhere, anytime. The thought was a truth that was fundamental. Though she did wonder if her master would let her make clothes again, as he no doubt needed a better costume. As her master was a Condiment wizard, surely he could use a dark wizard outfit. She could make one for him, and hopefully he'd reward her by letting her use her body to satisfy his every desire.

She began to have a hard time not touching herself because of the thoughts of serving her master. So she played with her breast, practicing for when she'd have her master's cock between them. As surely as it was, it was only a matter of time before the master got what so many others had failed to get. A very lustful smile was on her face at the thought of how exactly she was going to bend the knee for the Condiment wizard.

Dryad Halle watched the others, her mind whirling as she looked at the clones of herself that looked back at her. A happy smile on her face, as for once when she wanted to be first, she was. She had proven her use first, not the others whose full effectiveness they still didn't know. In the moment of discovering her plant clone's ability, she had proven she was far more useful than the others.

As long as she was beside Master, he would always have the numbers for any situation and the hands to help with anything. She could barely stop herself from putting her hand between her legs at the thought of not only giving her virginity to her master but also at the thought that there would come a time where master would wake up to see her as she and her clones served his every whim. The future held such great things, though how it would go for the dryads in the end was anyone's guess.