The Tester

It's not a good idea to take risks when you don't understand how your power works Asmodeus thought to himself as he listened to the appraiser's instructions. He let his magic leave his body and envelop the ogre girl's mind. She continued to stare at the ground, though her meek shyness had been wiped away, and she looked as if was only still in the same position because she couldn't possibly muster the strength to move otherwise. Asmodeus looked over at the appraiser, who motioned for him to continue. If she was at all surprised at the ease with which he had used his magic to put the ogre girl into this trance state, she didn't show it. He stepped forward to tilt the ogre girl's head up, and she stared straight ahead vacantly into space after he removed his hand.

"Wow..." he whispered to himself as a giddiness grew inside him. Ideas popped into his head all at once, fantasies popping up unbidden into his mind and leaving just as quickly as others rushed in to take their place. A grin broke out on his face, as he looked at the woman in front of him, her eyes blank and her facial expression impassive. He began to reach for one of her breasts, before remembering the appraiser standing right behind him. Luckily she didn't seem to have noticed his impulse, and tilted her head in question when he looked back. The silence in the room was palpable, as Asmodeus weighed his options on how far he should take it with the tester. On one hand, he was irrevocably horny, but on the other, the appraiser had a much better handle on her magic than he did, and he wasn't ready to die or be imprisoned.

So he played it safe. "What should I do now?" he asked the appraiser. She looked at him for a moment, before just saying the word "Test."

Helpful. Asmodeus turned his attention back to the ogre girl still standing there unmoving.