Standing in a Castle Bedroom → Kneeling in Dungeon

Ah, I can't wait until m'lady and I can put this device to its proper use. How I wish rather than 'Standing in a (Castle) Bedroom,' I were there with m'lady, watching one of our detractors submit, 'Kneeling in' the 'Dungeon.' I---

am carried away in the eddies of time and reality and

--- I am so tired of this place. Really, you give one little Princeling an... exotic drink after he makes a frankly untoward remark, and then politics see you kneeling in the dungeons like a common wretch. Feh. Damned politics. It wasn't even poison: just a... particularly potent aphrodisiac.

No matter. With this strange tool I found here in... the bedding?... No, it was beneath the cot. What cot? The rug, in the corner, of course. I... I'm quite dizzy. It's no surprise: The water down here is barely drinkable and her highness can't be seen smuggling me too many luxuries, even so minor as proper water.

Still, whatever magics this tool possesses seem more than capable of translocation. After its effects wane, I'll certianly be able to escape if needed. Not that I expect to need to: her highness will surely not allow her most loyal witch to flounder too long, and his majesty will surely cave to her whims eventually, once it's no longer too politically... inconvenient. He always does.

Then we can see about acquiring some... compensation, for the trouble.

(princess' loyal witch-whore, dominatrix, long straight shiny purple hair, apron, loyal witch's attire, evil expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, kneeling in dungeon)