Continue badmouthing her allies

"Your friend, the barbarian. I was going to kill him...but your cleric, she begged that I spare his life. So, I re-worked his mind a little and now he executes people on my command. It hurts her, of course, that he no longer remembers her, but that's the price of keeping your loved ones safe...it's a shame you were too stubborn to be able to save your loved ones, isn't it?" You ask.

Her angry look is replaced with one of horrible contemplation, as your words sink deep. Now she realizes, not only how much control you have over the minds of her allies, but how deeply she may have failed her beloved Percival.

You step closer, pushing deeper. "I know you viewed the hedonistic bard as your father figure, for reasons I can only assume have to do with your pathological need to be viewed as valuable by an older male." She glares up at you. "I would have enjoyed having him **** himself upon you...just to see how much it might have aroused you..."

She again seems to reel from your words, her barriers knocked down one by one by a mixture of dread and perverse hope.

"But I'm afraid he's busy right now, using his mind magic to re-program all your old allies..." You say, turning away with a smile.

She seems relieved that two of her male friends are alive and you decide to rub it in her face.

"He doesn't remember you, Vex'ahlia. I know you always wanted him to care about you, that you were always terrified he might leave again. Well, your worst fears have come true."

You turn back to her. "He doesn't remember any of you anymore...he's too busy turning Zahra and Allura into my palace sluts." You reveal with a smile.

Vex shakes her head and closes her eyes and mumbles more threats and curses as she shakes against her bindings. You laugh.

"You'll be happy to know though, that sprightly little slip of a daughter who stole him away from you got her come-uppance. Now she puts on burlesque shows for my best lieutenants...the only time she gets to play the flute is when it's shoved up her ass." You say, stepping closer and reaching out to touch her face.

She tries to wiggle out of the way, but her binds are too tight. You cup her cheek and lean close enough that you're sure she would bite you if she was able to.

"But let's quit playing around...you want to find out what happened to the other cunts in Vox Machina, don't you?"