She wants you to sign a contract

Althena extends a hand, beckoning you forward. You hesitate, then swallow the nervous lump in your throat and step toward her. She gestures to your desk. A pen. A sheet of paper.

The words shift and rearrange before your eyes, writhing like ink refusing to settle. Every line is unreadable… except for the bottom, where one phrase remains clear:

Sign here.

Althena’s voice is soft, almost soothing.

"All I ask is that you sign this contract."

It seems simple enough. Everything you could ever want is only a signature away. But still… your fingers hesitate over the pen.

"This won’t hurt me or make me do anything embarrassing, right?" you ask, half-joking.

Althena chuckles. She moves behind you, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders. The touch is warm, almost comforting, but something about it makes your skin prickle as your erection strains.

"You don’t need to worry," she murmurs.

You pick up the pen, but the moment you do, its weight surprises you. It’s heavier than it looks, maybe two or three times over. In a weird dream logic way, it made sense that it felt heavy since you were about to make a life-altering decision.

Althena’s fingers press gently into your shoulders. "I sense hesitation," she says, almost teasing. Before you can respond, she snaps her fingers.

A crisp thud echoes through the room.

Stacks of cash materialize on your desk, neatly bound, fresh as if newly printed. The scent of ink and paper fills the air.

"That should cover two months’ salary. Take it now, no strings attached. But…" She leans closer, her breath brushing against your ear. "I promise you wonders if you sign."

That sealed your fate. Ignoring its weight, you sign your name across the line. Immediately, the paper and pen disappear from your sight.

“Don’t worry about that,” Althena murmurs, gently biting at your ear as her hands travel to your pants. “How about we celebrate the first day of the rest of your life?”