Amalda leaves your underwear on

Amalda stares at your semi-exposed body for a few a few seconds, absent-mindedly running her finger along the side of the knife. Her eyes meet yours and almost seem to pierce your very soul. “Hmmm. I think that is far enough for you to learn your lesson.” She smirks, laying the knife back on the desk.

She turns and heads back out the door, not giving you another glance. You try to use this moment to escape, begging your frozen muscles to move, but beyond a few twitches your body remains unresponsive.

“Asta? Can I borrow you?” Amalda calls from somewhere down the corridor, her voice now returned to sounding like a sweet old woman. You can faintly make out someone replying, although the words are too muffled to be heard clearly.

A moment passes with you being unable to do anything apart from stare at the floor in shame as you feel your nipples stiffen slightly, a cool sea breeze creeping in through the partially open window and caressing your body.

Two set of footsteps can be heard coming down the hall, before coming to a stop outside the room. This time you can clearly make out the voice of the newcomer. “Sorry grandmother. I was busy cleaning up after serving the men in the baths. Did you need help with something?”

“That’s ok, dear. I just need your assistance with something in my office.” With that, the door opens once again and Amalda enters, followed by a much younger gnome. She has long platinum-blonde hair which is pulled back into a plaited braid that runs down her back. She has the same blue-grey eyes as her grandmother, which open wide in surprise as she sees your bound, immobilised and almost-naked body lying in the centre of the office.