Baangal intercedes before you have your answer

You felt like you ought to smooth things over with Amulette before getting started with Bangaal. After all, she'd given you the multiplying potion. It would be a little uncouth to leave her high and dry, running off with a djinn after drinking her special multiplying potion, but Bangaal was making it really difficult to focus on anything but her. You rolled a couple of excuses around in your head, preparing the right one, but before you could get it out, Bangaal formed a wall of her clones between you and Amulette, facing the witch.

"You're barking up the wrong birch, Bangaal. If the squire has set his sights upon this scurrilous stupidity, then it would be superfluous for me to step in," Amulette sighed, placing her potions into her bag and standing up to her feet. "No need for your narcissistic needling. You take tonight and I'll take him twofold once he's tired of tangling with a toddler-brained tart."

"Ho ho ho! You know not of what you speak, Bonewhistle, and your words make even less sense than they ordinarily would! Everyone loves tarts! They are delicious," Bangaal accepted the unintended compliment, then stuck her tongue up past her lip, tracing it along the length of one finger. "Bangaal will make triple-certain he becomes addicted to the taste. Oh, not triple certain. One-hundred certain!"

"And I predict that in the process, he will puke up the poisoned provisions and go seeking sustenance from a certain savior," Amulette chuckled, swinging her satchel around to her side with a flourish of her cape. "Make certain not to cede your marbles to this mad-cap sorceress during the course of the love-making, hm?" She walked off, raising one hand in a wave over her shoulder and vanishing past the horizon full of Bangaals.

Bangaal placed one hand on your shoulder and grinned. "Ah, the spoil-sport has finally departed! A witch like her uses fake magic, you know? Drumming up skeletons and specters, making potions that do this or that... All really just an imitation of true magic! Now, a night of Bangaal's real magic can begin!" she insisted, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and drawing you in close. Her veil shifted to one side as her lips caught your own in a hot kiss.

You mind briefly wandered back to Amulette's words. If surrendering yourself to Bangaal was truly dangerous, you had a tough task ahead of you. Her lips seemed to have their own heat, transferring slowly through your body, and her soft flesh and silk felt like it was pressing on you from five different sides thanks to the earlier duplication.