The summoner speaks

"I see you are starting to recognize the position I have you in," the man spoke. His voice wasn't harsh, but was sure of itself. Elza slipped effortlessly into a charming undertone. "Well, if you had wanted me to dress a certain way, you could have simply asked..." she purred. The man chuckled and she found herself smiling in response. Clearly he didn't know she'd be able to shapechange herself out of these at any time. Time to play a bit.

"After all..." she continued, sauntering slightly forward. "You summoned me here. You can ask anything of me..." she softened her voice and posed submissively. This routine worked every time. She just needed to be invited out of the circle.

"Anything?" The man asked. "Well that's good because I have a lot in mind for you."

"Like what?" she fished. "Surely even one as distinguished as yourself has a dark fantasy that he wants to... explore."

"Fantasy is one way to put it..." the man said thoughtfully. Elza frowned internally. He wasn't giving her much, and the longer he waited, the less her initial appearance would have an effect. Maybe it was time to change tactics.

"Well," she said breathily, "maybe let's talk about it. You know I can be anyone for you... anything... I can make any or all of your deepest desires reality. What do you desire...?" she trailed off on purpose, as though asking for his name. He paused and made direct eye contact, smiling. "You may call me Master." She flinched a bit. While bound by a circle, a demon had to refer to their summoner by the given name. 'Master' was almost a joke. In fact, he hadn't shown any usual signs of temptation at all. What was his game?

It was time to pull out the big guns. Playing along, she cooed "Yes, Master..." and sunk to the floor submissively. "What would you wish of me?" Making an attempt to play up this man's clear power fantasies, Elza focused some of her power to shape-shift, making herself seem smaller and more ****.