Swears.

Closing her eyes, she takes a few more shuddering breaths, and finally nods.

Nodding sagely yourself, you take a moment to think of her new name. "For your new freedom, you will from this day on be known as Iimanci. Is this acceptable?"

"It is. Thank you," she replies haltingly. Composing herself as best she can, she turns and kneels before you on one knee, extends her hand up to you, with her palm facing upwards and head lowered, respectfully. "Lady Selas of Lusandar, for the gift of my new name, and my freedom, I offer my eternal service to you. Whatever you wish, I shall obey. Your enemies are my enemies." She stops for a moment, to take a breath and considers the final line. "My life, is yours to do with, as you please."

Taking your own breath, you clasp arms with her. A pair of thick black, pink, and purple tendrils snake around your arms, entwining you together, before cinching up tightly. "I accept your offer of eternal servitude. Your wish, I shall grant. Your enemies are my enemies. My life, with you, I entrust."

The tendrils glow brighter, before releasing their hold on you and separating, and then slithering up your arms and disappearing under your clothes."Rise, honored servant of Lusandar, Iimanci the Liberated."

Slowly, Iimanci pulls her arm back and stands. Straightening her back, she swallows and looks you dead in the eye. In them you see gratitude, pride, and exhaustion. But at the forefront of all that, you see determination, rage, and drive.

As much as you would like to begin with that, your tail taps into your back, reminding you that you have more pressing matters to attend to. And you can't feel your host anywhere here. Putting your hand on her shoulder, you say to her, "Your immediate duties, are to go clean up, eat, and rest. Those look and smell long overdue. Once you wake, I'll see about getting you something to wear." Pointing her in the direction of the bathroom and the kitchen, you dismiss her with a nod.

"Yes...Mistress," she says, a slight lift in her voice and a drop in her shoulders, before trudging out, leaving you alone.

Letting out a tired breath, you drop into a chair. Your tail puts down your contract and Kiv's stamp on the table in front of you. Your fatigue is immediately replaced with excitement when you snatch up the contract and unfold it. Reading through it again, with your addendum, makes you giddy with mischievous joy. Twirling the stamp in your fingers, you savor the anticipation, before cackling and bringing it down onto contract, with a definitive thwack. The ink and signatures begin to glow a dull orange, before the contract rolls itself up and winks out of existence, sealing your host's fate.

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