They buy it!

Lie (Deception) vs. Perception DC 17. 1d20+5=23! Wow.

Jamir pales. "Oh, no you don't. What do you think, that I was born yesterday? I'm not touching you!"

"What's going on?" Hal asks, glancing between the two of them uncertainly.

"The little minx has cursed herself," Jamir hisses, glaring at Gilia. "The Bane of Malencherimniox, probably."

"Ha! I see someone knows his fiendish lore," Gilia says with a sneer. Her heart is racing. Malenche-what now? I think this might actually work! "Are you sure you don't want just a little taste, Jamir? Turuk?" She thrusts her hips at them again.

"I wouldn't stick my cock in there for all the gold in High Fingalion," Jamir says fervently. "They say the curse makes it like a woman has teeth down there. Teeth with acid."

"That certainly does sound unpleasant," Hal mutters.

"Oh, does it sound unpleasant?" Gilia asks. "Sorry, here I thought that unpleasant might be something like getting ensorcelled to such some jackass halfling's dick. I thought _unpleasant _might be that bird-man fucking me like a toy just because he was horny. Unpleasant might be a word to describe you two just sitting there and watching as all that happened!" Bodill has the decency, at least, to look away, face inscrutable.

Hal looks at Jamir, frowning. "Did you really charm the poor girl, Jamir? Most unsporting." He sighs. "Gilia, I apologize. What is it exactly you...want, from all this?"

Gilia rolls to her knees, then - thinking better of it - continues moving to climb to her feet, folding her arms over her naked chest. "I want you lot to stop treating me like a bunch of holes you might fuck whenever you want to. I want you to let me help and show me how to be an adventurer. I don't want to be your fucking whore."

"As if I'd pay for that pussy," Jamir sneers.

"Shut up, Jamir," Hal says sharply. "You've done enough." He turns back to Gilia. "You're right, Gilia. I'm sorry. And - though I don't think it's necessary, given the...steps you've taken, I'll keep an eye on those two, as well." He extends a hand. "Friends?"

Gilia sighs. At last. "Friends," she says, nodding firmly, though she doesn't shake the gnome's hand.

"Good. Now, I have to assume you're not going to be walking around like that all day..."

Gilia laughs. "No. Let me get my clothes on, and we can head out."

Hmmm. Gilia wasn't really in control for most of that scene...but she ended up pulling off a major goal. So I think I'm going to say the Chaos Factor goes up by 1, leaving us at 4 as they set out for the day.