Yes...

Yes… Blackfire seems like an adequate choice in a henchman.

With your henchman now chosen you return to your throne and raise your gauntlet of power. As soon you do this the image of Blackfire disappears back into the pool.

The pool itself begins to glow and swirls into a vortex as the once clear waters become blindingly filled with light. As this happens you ask for a status update from you minions, via your telekinetic powers connected to the dungeon heart.

They inform you that the barracks and your personal quarters along with your soon to be henchman’s room is ready for occupation.

Excellent…

With the confirmation that the dungeon is now ready for your new addition you turn your attention back to the swirling blinding waters of the vortex.

With a strong thought, you focus the vortex to draw in and bring your chosen henchman to you. With a blinding flash the vortex calms and with a loud splash as you hear coughing and sputtering as blackfire begins to crawl her way out of the pool.

“*Cough* Wha- *Cough* where am I!” Blackfire sputters out as she crawls her way out with her now soaked body out of the pool. Her hair is matted down and obstructing her view.

“You’re in my dungeon.” You inform her as almost immediately she flips her hair back to get a better look but is still blinded with water and instead chooses to growl at you angrily with purple glowing eyes.

It’s here you can get a better look at her body, you can tell that black fire is at least 19 possibly 20 years of age. She stands with an hourglass shape body at a height of 5 foot 10 with orange skin and black hair. Her breasts are double D cup size and medium sized hips and a medium-sized heart-shaped ass.

“Are you the Zarbnof, who nearly drowned me!” Black fire quickly gets on her feet and begins marching up towards you however she soon stops as her vision returns to her and takes in your terrifying armored visage.

“What on Tamaran are you?!” Unsurprising that she is shocked at the sight of you. You do strike an imposing image standing over 7 feet tall and decked out nothing but pure arcane tempered plates, add to the fact that your face completely hidden and except for your two glowing eyes sticking out from the pitch blackness of what should be your face. You make for quite the terrifying image.

“Right now? Your possible new employer.” Blackfire could only scoff at the idea.

“Employer? As if! What could you possibly give me that I can’t get for myself!” Ah… You saw this one coming.

“I could give you what you desire the most.” She could only dismiss this claim of yours with a dispassionate look as she put her hands on her hips.

“Oh, really and what is it that I desire the most?”

“The ability to dominate your sister and watch her squirm in suffering.” Almost immediately Backfire’s dispassionate look is replaced with one of interest. As she soon raises one eyebrow in interest.

“Go on…”

“You see, I’m planning to conquer as many worlds as I possibly can. Thing is I cannot do this alone and I need assistance. I need someone to be able to lead in my stead at times or to act as an independent agent of mine. What I need is a henchman.” You inform her of your grand plan. To what she could only sarcastically question.

“And you think I’m suited for such a role? Sorry to tell you this buddy, but I ain’t no one’s henchman.” Blackfire quickly dismissed your proposition. Unsurprising considering her rather willful nature.

“Yes, I realized you would say that, but I still chose you to assist me in this endeavor regardless.”

“And once again I am not anyone’s henchman.”

“That is simply just a title, you’re more akin to a partner than an actual henchman. You will have say in what is to come, your opinion will matter. And, how many other employers would be willing to pay you fairly, give you room and board, and give you what you desire the most?” That argument struck her silent as she began to think and ponder.

It’s time to push the envelope and hopefully win her over.

“Think about it. You can get your sister squirming in suffering underneath your heel as you begin to play with her and use her as if she was like a pleasure toy. You would get to watch her squeal and moan and groan beneath you as if she was nothing more than a- “

“worthless animal…” Blackfire finishes your sentence with the slowly widening wicked smile.

“Yes… That can be your future if you help me in my endeavors.” You tell Blackfire before you give an alternative.

“Or you can simply just go back to earth and get beaten up again by her friends.” At this Blackfire clenches her fists and her eyes begin to glow brightly from rage.

“No. Never again.” Blackfire Growls loudly through clenched teeth.

“So, I have to ask. Do you want in?” You raise an open handed gauntlet towards her and wait for her response.