Sex....in some manner

If anyone had been incredibly perceptive, they might have noticed that the diamond which Emily wore had an unnatural gleam and glow to it; it was not even obvious if you'd pointed it out. Beneath the glow lurked all the suggestions infecting Emily's mind.

"Ask merchant to shave your pussy, to uncover all your glory and give more air."

Target > 30

1d100 Roll = 4

Critical Failure! (-1 Corruption Points)

Total: (7-1 Corruption Points)

Traits: High Motivation |Temporary|

Emily's Corruption: 6

Internally, Emily was conflicted, his knuckle neither leaving her skin but going no further than a hover and rub. Still, she felt an awkward line pour forth from her mouth. "P-please don't shave my pussy..."

Emily's attachment to her bush has grown....

The merchant raised an eyebrow at the red faced girl. "Wasn't planning on it dear Princess. Just measuring, afterall." His knuckle still did not move.

"Baro-...." Emily began to correct him once more. The dictates coming down the pipe from the now dedicated diamond didn't let her finish.

"Convince him to keep going, to do whatever he wants to you as long as you get pleasure, right up until you feel you will burst... and then beg for the belt." and "Hey, girl, have whatever fun you want but remember that your noble virginity is a commodity that costs a lot. Don't you dare giving it away for free." and "If you’re expecting your friends to provide ‘company’ to travelers for coin it’s only right for you as the Baroness to set the proper example. Offer ‘company’ to the merchant if he’ll forget the debt."

Target > 55

1d100 Roll = 60

Sucess! (+1 Corruption Points)

Total: (6+1 Corruption Points)

Traits: High Motivation |Temporary|

Emily's Corruption: 7

Emily felt her brain short-circuit for a second, a combination of wishes smashing through her rather flustered psyche. The formerly outwardly prudish and inwardly shameful infrequent masturbator felt a deep longing for one thing - cumming. Beneath that longing something else was attached. Emily knew not what it was.

"C-can you keep measuring me, Merchant?" Emily, Baroness of this land, said in a somewhat begging tone.

The merchant seemed to get the gist of her statement, taking his knuckle and finally teasing the outside of her lips, rubbing them and the dew on them. Squishing filled the air. Emily's gasps followed. She was just one to rub through the sheets at night, never so much as shoving a finger up...there. Yet here the merchant stood, fingers about to enter her, teasing and playing.

Emily's darker, more corrupt impulses took over. "I-I....I can't have sex. I have to save my virginity." Her words progressively went from awkward to somewhat ragged. The slightly portly merchant used his free hand to rub his chin. He stopped his teasing. Emily's voice continued desperately, words mashing together eventually.

"I'll keep you company, and uhm, we can enjoy each other's company....butIwantthedebtwipedaway."

"Ha! A woman after my own heart. You have yourself a deal, my golden Princess." The merchant said with just a hint on unnoble, commoner sleaze; Emily was too horny to care. He shook Emily's hand, his hand no returning to its rightful place between her legs, rubbing and teasing, yet never entering. Emily was deeply intrigued by what he had just said.

"G-golden Princessssssss?" Emily whined out. Her question was briefly left unanswered, as a rush of chemicals was coursing up into her brain, her hair standing on its edge - an orgasm approached. This orgasm was like no other. Created by his fine fingers, it surpassed her usual tepid rubbing and squishing, much rougher and harsher. Her body wasn't hers for just a second. The command imbued by the diamond now took hold, Emily jumping back.

Of the two of them, the merchant seemed the most surprised. Emily felt words once more come from somewhere other than her brain. "P-please give me that be-belt...."

The merchant smirked his usual look as he buckled up Emily's new panties, as he humiliating called them. "Not the elven ones you desire yet, Princess, but I promise you, the finest dwarven bronze." Even with it's metal nature, the thing was exceedingly comfortable, snugly wrapping around her hips, a large disc covering from her anus to vagina. With a click of a key, Emily was locked into the attire. She tugged at it. Her hair frizzed out the side.

"Are you alright Princess?" The merchant asked with genuine care in his voice. Emily, hair a mess, decided not to complain about his continued use of Princess.

"Yes....I...." Emily knew not what had come over her. "....needed to think straightly. I apologize and appreciate your....attendance." Guymar the merchant seemed nonplussed.

"Money can buy so much, don't you think? Yet I appreciate that you alone were not debased by it. We merchants always murmur of finding a Golden Princess, not one motivated by gold itself, but representing wealth, splendor, and beauty. I accept your offer of....company. Your loan will be one we may pay back later. Close your eyes for a second, Baroness." Emily did as she was told.

Emily had never been in such a horny state, yet denied the resolution to it, always utilizing her own freedom to be able to head to her room for a brief session. She was compliant. Her eyes stayed closed as something metallic came to her lips, then was placed between her hands. She opened them.

"A guilder?" Emily said. The lowest demonition of the regions currency. A confusing gift.

"Not quite. A guilder for your belt." The merchant pressed down on the crown of the king on the guilder, a small key popping lose from inside the coin, closing just as easily. Emily was amazed and opened her mouth. How cool! "Dwarves make them cheap. Simple things. Keep it close. Lest we call the blacksmith to cut that off you."

Both Emily and Guymar had to separate after the encounter. Too much noise was occurring outside the room. Emily bid the merchant adieu, his had rest of her ass, his knuckle rubbing against the outside of the cage; it only made Emily more horny. Karla seemed to have been looking for Emily.

Belted [Can be unlocked. Current Key Holder: Emily] - Emily has been belted. Any sex scene and/or nudity will factor this into consideration. For now, Emily retains the key, hidden in an unassuming guilder. Circumstances may prove that owner will change.

Horny & Unsatisfied - Baroness Thermault is desperately horny and was recently close to orgasm. She is much more compliant and sexual. Temporary simulated corruption increase.

Emily's debt with the merchant has been reset to zero....

Emily's status with Guymar Wyschardus has become: 'Company'

Karla was relieved upon her finding of the Baroness. Once she had explained her whereabouts, Karla was further relaxed, remembering what she needed her charge for. "Baroness, it's time for your mid-day bath." The Thermault family had a tradition of bathing neither at dawn or dusk. Her father, quite the cultured man in Emily's opinion, had so often dictated the benefits of bathing then.

It was a tradition she kept, even with the sometimes expensive need for clean water; nearby streams made that easy.

Emily smiled. She could use a bath, and some time alone.....Naked, sans fine dress, sans fancy necklace, sans anything but the belt, and eventually, the belt cast aside, thinking of Karla and the merchant...

The diamond, of course, had other plans. Having heard that its wearer might seize the chance to toss it off, it considered its options as both Emily and Karla walked to the bathing section of the home. Without much delay, it began to issue words, which built into sentences, straight into Emily's mind. It would not be removed so easily.