The Female Wizard

Facing the choices, you pick the Wizard. "Hmm, very well. Take her, and go to your prepared room. Remember, I am expecting great things for you." Facing your choice your Master only nods, and the door to the Throne Room opens. Looking, you see a demon walk in. With raven hair, luscious lips, and pronounced "features", you assume that she's a succubus. Behind her is a pair of black wings, and a tail tipped in the shape of a spade. "Follow her, she will guide you." Bowing quickly, you turn around, hoist the Wizard over your shoulder with one arm, and walk out the door.

Following the succubus, you find yourself plagued with thoughts about how many things feel familiar, and how pleased the Dark Lord is with your chosen form and your subservience, as if you are fulfilling something he wished for a long time. As you remain entrapped in your mind, you snap back to reality as a door opened. "We're here." The succubus quietly says. Her voice was almost shy-like, unfitting of the typically domineering demonic race. You thank her, and enter inside, to be surprised. Inside is a single room, clearly the size of a typical house. The walls were a dark-grey, as if very smooth stone, as the walls were a light grey, making the wall seem if it was made from stone. Situated against the back wall was a extremely large bed, Taking a quarter of the entire room, with a canopy for privacy if needed. On the left wall was a row of shelves, along with a table and two chairs. The entire right wall was a massive bookcase, devoid of any but three books. Lighting the room were torches scattered all around on the walls in iron holders, burning with a red blaze, yet never seeming to go out.

Satisfied at your quarters, you feel as if your Master is giving you special attention, most likely due to your **** talent at spell casting. However, feeling the female Wizard squirm around, you remember that she was there. Going over to the bed, you throw her, and suddenly release the bindings holding her. "Haaaaah..." Being released, she takes in a deep breathe, unclear to you as you made sure all of the heroes could breathe. As she lay gasping for her air, you study her. The Elf had bright silver hair, that contrasted with her dull brown robe. She had plump, pink lips, with a very beautiful face with deep blue eyes and long eyelashes. Seeing her beauty, you're amazed you didn't notice her features earlier. While you checked her out, she flashed her head around to you. Startled she immediately tried to cast a lightning spell, "באַקומען רעקט". You let her finish her spell, then suddenly activated the thorn ability of the Dark Bind, on one you left on her back. Screaming out in pain, the lightning flashing in her hands dissipates, and she starts squirming on the bed. Stopping the thorns, ponder what to try and do with her.