Travel south east through the Mire Flats

Anja drapes herself in a cloak of thick, rich furs that nevertheless clings to her luscious figure. She smiles wickedly, seemingly at ease with being magically enslaved. You consider the paths laid out before you and as you do Anja leans against your shoulder and strokes your face. The warmth of her corseted breasts against your arm is distracting, but you allow her to remain, softly kissing your neck and the line of your jaw.

"The Mire Flats," you declare. "It won't be easy going, but we can make good time."

Anja wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue, "That place stinks."

"Are you prepared to depart?" you ask, not wanting to hear her complaints.

"Oh, come on, master," Anja takes a few steps back. "Why don't I start a nice fire..."

She snaps her fingers and the hearth roars to life. Anja lays on the first, sprayling in their luxuriance and tugging down on her corset so that her large, perfect breasts spill free.

"We can spend a little longer here. Plenty of wine and..."

She rolls onto her belly and shows off her cute ass, bouncing it up and down and looking at you invitingly.

"...lots of fun to be had."

"No," you declare and give her a hand up. She pouts, but shrugs her cloak back on and pushes her breasts back into the confines of her corset.

You set off through the dreary countryside and climb the foothills of the Dragon's Spines. The endless swampland of the Mire Flats are stinking and ugly. Bugs are everywhere, but at least Anja holds them at bay with a quick cantrip casted over you both. A mosquito nearly as big as a bird floats past your face.

"They remind me of you," you say to Anja and she glowers.

You spend the night on a small outcropping of solid ground and rocks huddled together beneath a protective bubble that keeps out bugs or any wild swamp animals that might come along. You notice Anja straining beside you and ask her what is wrong.

"All this magic," she says. "I still haven't fed you know. Just a bit of energy, master. To sustain me. I won't harm you."

She can't harm you unless you allow it. You both know that. It's a risk but the thought of her operating with diminished magic is concerning. She strokes your face and looks up at you as she snuggles close to you, her body hot wherever her skin touches yours. As if for emphasis the dome over you flickers slightly and she lets out a sigh of effort. You think she's maybe laying it on a little thick and it's mostly an act, but then again her nearness to you is very tempting. A quick taste of your life **** and she could be well enough for days...