The Shaman senses Becky's presence

Becky carefully pushed open the simple wooden door to the hut. She was thankful that it had no lock, since she didn't need to worry about the time or noise that would have been consequences of picking it. The Shaman remained seated in the center of the room, on top of the pelt of some animal she didn't immediately recognize, though it looked to be a trophy of some predatory beast. She drew her paralytic dagger from it's sheath, the blade coated in a powerful toxin, and crept toward the Shaman.

As she neared him, one of the painted pieces of wood on the wall lit up, then another, then another until nearly all of them were glowing a bright violet. Becky had no time to react before the glowing symbols blasted a bright pink light at her, engulfing her in an arcane buzz.

As the lights faded, Becky felt drained, sapped of her will to attack the shaman. What's more, she felt strangely aroused. There was nothing about this situation which might turn her on, but Becky could feel herself growing wet, her nipples hardened, and her pulse quickened.

"You are very sneaky, and very foolish." the Gnoll Shaman spoke in heavily accented common. As Becky gasped for air and tried to maintain a grip on herself, the Gnoll Shaman rose to his feet, turning to face her. As she saw him standing at his full height, Becky realized that the Shaman was, in fact, entirely nude. What she had taken for a shirt was actually a complex interweaving of painted symbols all across the Shaman's chest. Now that he was aware of her, the Shaman's cock was slowly growing erect.