Well, they have pictures

To your surprise, the papers include a lot of pictures, of the people you assume are your targets. Those don’t tell you much though, it just tells you who to do, not how to go about doing it. There seems to be five sheets, with one woman on each sheet. You set most of them aside, focusing on the one face you recognise out of the lineup, the Dryad from yesterday.

“I recognise her!” you say triumphantly, turning to Dew as you wave the flier with the Dryad on it.

Dew looks confused as she stares at you. “Um…fantastic” she says, “but what does the paper say about Vinca? Is there any info about her that would make it easier to dominate her?”

You squint at the paper trying to make out the squiggles of ink on it. Unfortunately you can’t make heads or tails of it, which is not that surprising…

“I can’t read” you admit, your voice quiet.

“What? Dew says, her voice shocked. “Why can’t you?”

“I-I’m a farmer” you nervously say, “reading’s for scribes and such.”

Dew nervously taps her fingers on the bed. “Well, I can read, so you can give those to me. I’ll tell you what they say.”

Sheepishly, you hand over the paper. Dew squints for a few seconds, before a smile spreads across her face.

“Wow!” she exclaims loudly, somehow not waking up Xana, “I had no idea that our resident dryad was such a paper tiger!”

“What does it say?” you ask eagerly. Dew just waves you off.

“Hold on” she says, “I need to read more of this, this is hilarious.” Defeated, you sit on the bed, staring at Dew’s cute face as she giggles at the paper with the Dryad’s picture on it. After a good minute or so of chuckling, she turns to you and points to a line of text.

“Here” she declares, “this is the most important bit, it says that Vinca’s a real switch, that’ll be the key to dominating her.”

You nod, remembering the air of casual authority that the green-skinned lady exuded when you met her yesterday. “How should I approach her then?” Dew drags her finger down the paper, reading as she goes.

“It says here that she loves the idea of being pinned down and fucked till she can’t think straight anymore. It sounds like you’ll have to physically overpower her, pin her down and just go to town.”

You briefly appreciate the rhyme, before your mind goes to the stature of the Dryad. “Hold on, she’s like seven feet tall and extremely, uh, fleshy” you ask, “how am I supposed to overpower her?”

Dew shrugs. “Maybe she’s not as strong as she looks?” She looks thoughtful for a few seconds. “I could tag along if you want, try and lull her into a false sense of security.”

“That sounds good” you reply, happy to have the help. “Where is she, anyway?”

Dew grins evilly, grabbing you by the wrist and all but dragging you out the door. “You’ll see!” she declares, and before you can react you’re already out the front door.

Your stomach lets out a mighty rumble. “We could have had breakfast first.”