Drinks, a room, & a massage.

Rea's smile breaks a second, and she yawns. "Damn... I've been questing waaay too long. Need to rest... But first." She looks back to you. Unfortunately, your knives are still scattered on the floor a good few feet from you, otherwise you would've lunged at her the moment her eyes closed. But all you can do now is sit and feign obedience. "Do you have any gold?" You nod. "Is any of that mine?" You hesitate, but nod. Better to be honest in case she finds out herself. You can't risk blowing this newfound cover of yours. "Hand it over then." You do so, and after she counts her renewed total, she smiles.

She motions for you to go upstairs, and you move without question. Inside, of course, you're mildly terrified. You've never once tried to leave your basement. Was that even something you could do? You jump slightly when Rea puts a hand on your shoulder. "Relax. Since we chose to arrest you, you're essentially an escort quest now. You can go anywhere we do."

Well, apparently your captor is telepathic. Though if that were true she would've ended you by now. Still, it isn't good that she can read you so easily. You'll need to really work on your acting abilities here. But you find that fact somehow... Reassuring. It's a strange comfort coming from her. But you push open the door, and step through. It's... Warm. Lively. People sit and drink, chat merrily, and a welcoming fire blazes in the far corner. It smells like meat, whiskey and smoke, and you instantly love it. You're actually free of that dingy basement! For that, at least, you could genuinely thank these girls for.

"Alright!" Rea chirps again, at your side. She points to the bar. "Take a seat, mister. You're buying us drinks! I'll take a glass of fruit wine, and you... I dunno, what do you drink?"

You've... Never really been offered a choice before. Apparently your "favorite" was that Merlot in the cellar, but that was all the guild kept around. Today seemed like a day of firsts, so... "I'll have some whiskey."

You pay the 35 gold for your drinks, and the bartender looks at you funny. He probably knows who you are for story reasons, but you two have never actually met. Your drinks are there in an instant, before he shoots off toward another patron. You take your cup, a dark wooden cylinder, and drink. You'll probably need the **** for the night. You doubt drinks are all that's coming. The tastes of cedar and caramel mingle on your tongue, and you've never felt better. Even considering the circumstances.

The two of you drink mostly in silence. You try to ignore Rea's eyes burning holes in your head, not sure what you're supposed to look like under the influence of her spell. Would acting normal hurt your story? You each have one more, and as you finish your second whiskey, you're acutely aware that Rea is smiling again. Menacingly...

"Alrighty. Now then. Barkeep? I need a room please. Amand, pay for me sweetie."

"Of course." You at least have enough for that. You hand over the 50 for the room key, leaving you with hardly anything. The man hands you the key, which you dutifully turn over to Rea. She's still clearly being cautious, making you take the lead up the stairs. It's almost nice to see an intelligent hero. As she unlocks the door, she seems to be thinking aloud.

"You know, maybe I should have you refer to me with a title. You calling me by name would be weird, but I'd like to show off the effects of the spell." She turns to you, almost jokingly. "What do you think?"

You really wish you could punch her. Instead, you answer. "That sounds reasonable... Mistress?"

She pauses mid opening the door, and seems to quite enjoy that. Her smile's back, and she hurriedly ushers you inside. Giving her that might have been a mistake. But you have little time to dwell. The room is rather plain, though the furniture is actually nice. The bed looks soft and welcoming, and there are several chairs looking similarly comfortable. Rea quickly slumps into one of these, groaning loudly. "Uuuuuuuuughhh! Soooo done with today. Hours of redoing all these lame starting missions. Do you have any idea how boring the people after you are? Probably not. You've never left that basement before, right?"

You shake your head. "No." You're both silent a bit, before she coughs. You turn to see her staring at you, eyebrows raised. Shit. How did you forget the thing you started? "Apologies. I haven't, mistress."

She's quiet a bit longer. You may have royally fucked up there. The whiskey might have lowered your guard a bit too much... Was that her plan? She still stares, but beckons you over. You comply as quickly as possible while trying to not look panicked. There's still a hint of her smile, but she's squinting at you. She points to the floor in front of her. "On your knees. Help me out of these boots why don't you."

"Of course, mistress." You comply, slower this time. With luck that just makes it seem more natural. Her robe (well, what's really more of a long shirt) falls to just above her knees. Black stockings climb slightly higher than the edge of her boots. Which appear to be a nightmare, actually. How in the hell...? You spend an uncomfortable minute fiddling with the numerous straps on the thing, but eventually it's loosened and you slide it off. You're grateful that this whole time she's been amused and smiling. Smiling is good. Hopefully it means she isn't questioning the effects of her magic. The second one goes much faster.

"There we are. Oh, that feels soooo much better." As if to demonstrate, she wiggles her toes a bit. She leans back further into the chair, stretching out. She playfully pokes at your cheek with her foot, clearly aware of what she's doing. Then she claps suddenly. "Stockings next!"

You get to work on them, trying to be careful with the thin fabric. They look quite nice, probably expensive. If you have anything it's an eye for wealth. Most heroes that come through here are well off, but not rich. Rea seems quite wealthy, to be spending on something as pointless as these. Her feet are small, you notice, fitting nicely in your hand. You get the stockings off, baring her smooth, pale feet. Her nails are really well cared for. Actually this seems default, you realize. After all, yours don't seem to grow at all.

You look back up to her. "Mmmmm... Maybe you could help me with something else. I've been curious for a while now... No one to try it with outside, though." She wiggles her toes again, bringing one of her feet closer to you. "Show these some lo- No! Worship."

... What the fuck? Well... It's that or fiery painful ****, you suppose. You gently take her foot again. You're no masseuse, but you'll just have to try. You focus a lot on her heel and arch, and she seems to be genuinely enjoying herself. She actually interrupts you with her other foot, urging you to switch. She giggles a bit as you run a finger down her sole. "More... Come on."

She raises her other foot into your face while you keep massaging. You mentally brace for the worst, but bring your face to it and sniff deeply. You're actually surprised to find yourself enjoying it, the scent mostly being of leather. It's honestly easier than giving a good massage. So you act really into it, giving this all your focus and letting your hands stop their work to hold the foot you're smelling instead.

She doesn't seem to mind, still giggling and occasionally sighing. "Oh, wow... Into that, are you? Fuck... You've got me going too..."

You've brought her foot up so that the sole is largely against your face. Maybe you should... Well, anything to hurry this along. Your tongue runs along her heel, bringing another wave of giggles. Maybe... You bring your mouth up, licking along the arch as you move to her toes. You can't help but enjoy hearing her gasps and hurried breaths as you lick and suck on and between her toes. The taste is... Not unpleasant. You're honestly more focused on listening to her, and the occasional shaking of her leg. Eventually, she pats your head and you stop.

She sighed, content. "Well then... I guess you really are set. You know... I usually play with this off, the idiots online being as they are. But... I feel like tonight..." You notice her staring off into nothing again, motioning in the air with her hand. "There. Do you know what I did?"

You shake your head, confused. You know she's messing with something, but these heroes seem like they don't realize you and your kind can't see what they do. "I turned on the adult content. Now help me decide if I want it to stay that way." She leans forward now, staring at you intently.

"I... Um, I don't understand what you-"

"By Chitros, fucking strip!"