[Servant] Surrender to Bangaal's irresistible seduction

The legend of the Black Forest Cider had claimed that the special apples in the brew would make you more influenced by the temptations of witches, but you were now convinced that was just a myth and nothing more. The influence of a tall tale like that was nothing compared to Bangaal's real power. Her sultry, sweating brown skin... the snake-like movements of her hips and the whipping trail of her ponytail... the smell of her otherworldly perfume permeating the air. These weren't stories, but real powers of seduction that you were helpless to resist.

You tried to explain as much to Amulette, but Bangaal's was making it hard to talk, wrapping all five of you with her hands and softly stroking. You felt it across your whole body, but five times over. Your own moan of pleasure replaced the words you meant to get out.

"Ho ho ho! {if Slight = True}Cute little Lavender Vin. The perfect master is one who can make himself **** like this when the need arises, yes? That's it... Surrender all of yourself to Bangaal."{elseif Fat = True}Your body is so soft. It feels so pleasant, malleable, like putty in Bangaal's hands. Surrender yourself to Bangaal's pleasure. Let her kneed your worries away with a thousand hands..."{else}You may be large and strong, but it matters little when Bangaal's hands are all over you, hm? You are Bangaal's master and she is yours... Surrender yourself further to the pleasure."{endif}

"And I'm saying your surrendering is short-sighted. The sorceress's seduction is but the first step towards exerting influence that will see you slathering and stupid!" Amulette protested, reaching out to pull Bangaal off of you.

She failed. Her arm disappeared in a cloud of Bangaals while the djinn's grinning face filled your entire view.

"Too much talking and not enough dancing from that one, don't you think? Set aside worries and cares. Think only of your wishes... your wishes to be with Bangaal," the genie insisted, letting her veil slide out of place from her nose against your cheek as she gently kissed you. Her breath was hot and her skin, somehow, even hotter. You felt yourself lost in her touch and her perfume.

Amulette was just plain lost, having disappeared in a sea of dancing genies. You wouldn't see her for the rest of the night, which now belonged to Bangaal only.