Accept Amulette's offer and approach her

Perhaps later you would chock this one up to the black forest cider,{if Servant = True} or perhaps it was attributable to your eagerness to serve,{endif} but you found yourself so intrigued by Amulette's offer that you were willing to turn down a whole camp full of sexy sorceresses in order to take her up on her suggestion. Perhaps part of it was attributable to simple curiosity as well. If Amulette thought she could outdo an ancient djinn-- let alone a hundred of them-- you wanted to see what made her so confident.

"Hm hm hm! Numbers are not the end-all. No, nefarious minds such as mine can make more for your moment than a thousand thoughtless thralls could think to," the witch cackled, grinning wider while curling her fingers together beneath her chin, clacking the gem-studded rings together. "A djinn who dilly-dallies with all manner of distracting dalliances cannot compare!"

"Hey, was that an insult just now, you silly little witch? Bangaal cannot understand much of what comes out of your mouth, but if you choose to, how do they say, poke the trigger? Yes, if you poke the trigger, the crossbow will fire!" Bangaal protested, raising her hands into the air and swirling red smoke around each arm in a threatening gesture.

"No, no. No insult or ill-meaning intended, my illustrious illusionist," Amulette smirked, shrugging her caped shoulders and tilting her head slightly. "And would you grant me the generosity of getting your genies gone from this gathering of Vins, so that I can show our squire the salacious scene I'm setting?"

The djinn pressed one finger to her lip thoughtfully, then tapped it up and down. Her face suddenly turned stern and her lips pursed into a frown. "Wait just a second, Bonewhistle Amulette! I believe that on second visit, I have come to the realization that you were intending to belittle my powers of chaos magic and seduction alike!" All of the Bangaals gathered in closer, forming a threatening circle.

Amulette grabbed one of the nearby copies of you, pushing her slender body close to it and running one half-gloved hand down your cheek. You felt as though it was happening to you, even though she was only acting upon your double... It was a strange sensation. Instead of looking to the copy, Amulette turned her smiling, silver-blue eyes toward you, while caressing your clone instead. "Say, squire... I'm seeking a solution to this silly situation. What say you?"

Was there any way to smooth the rejection over with Bangaal? You'd been hoping the saintesses wouldn't be quite so possessive, understanding that the contract of squirehood meant equally serving all of them, but it seemed like Bangaal wasn't happy about being upstaged. You suspected that if Amulette really wanted to, she could come up with a way out of this herself, but once again, she'd chosen to prioritize teasing you by giving you a conundrum to solve.