She hears rumors of an evil witch, and wants to stop her.

Leela finally left the safety of the cloister, because she had heard rumors of an evil witch who has been terrorizing people. The little priestess can’t stand criminals, and those who **** their power, and this witch is both. Leela takes it upon herself to take down this menace.

Leela pulls on her white robes, sheathes her magic dagger, and puts on her backpack full of supplies. Always help to pack extra just in case something bad happens. Finally ready, Leela walks to the gates of the town, and after giving a blessing to the guardsman, ventures forth, off to the witch’s tower, which sits not far from the town. Leela can make it there in an hour.

Sure enough, an hour later, Leela makes it to the tower. It’s tall and thin, standing high above the treeline. Leela unsheathes her magic dagger, and prepares to cast a spell to defend herself, when she hears a voice from behind her. “Well…you’re a cute one aren’t you?”

The priestess whirls around, and finds herself face to face with the witch. She’s a beautiful woman, likely in her late 30s. She has an exotic figure, with voluptuous curves and the largest breasts Lela has ever seen. Her cascading brown hair flows from beneath her pointed witches hat. “Now what brings a little cutie like you to my tower?”

Leeks points the dagger at her.. “Your reign of terror ends today!”

The witch laughs. “Oh that’s rich. A scrawny thing like you threatening me?” With a simple wave of her hand, the witch lazily deflects a spell from Leela, and knocks the dagger out of her hand. “You’re out of your league, priestess.”

Leela looks at her dagger, which has flown to the side and is sticking into the ground. That dagger was supposed to absorb the spell! At least, that’s what the merchant who sold it to her said…she must’ve gotten scammed…again…

The witch walks up to Leela. “My, you’re such a cutie. I love your little curls.” She gropes at Leela’s chest. “And such cute little boobs! I do love a lolly.” She ponders. “I won’t kill you, not for this truly embarrassingly bad attempt at slaying me. But I’m not letting you off easily.”

Leela shakes in her boots. “W-what are you going to do? Please don’t turn me into a frog or something.”

The witch cackles an evil laugh. “Oh no! Nothing so boring and stereotypical as that. I think I will curse you though. I have a new one I’ve been wanting to try out on a cutie like you…”

Leela grimaces. A curse? That’s never good, but there’s hundreds of curses out there, at least among those she’s heard about in the temple. But the witch is talking about a new one? What could it be?