He asks for military intel.

As Esmeralda took his vest away to dry, the regal middle-aged woman, Rhiamon, gracefully stepped around the stone altar and held out her hand to Dewayne, saying, "Now it is time for you to see and believe in magic."

He cautiously held out his hand, fingers spread like hers, feeling a great deal of physical arousal at the sound of her voice, but he had to try to hear more about that invading army. What did these ladies know? And how did they learn of it?

Rhiamon interlocked her fingers to his and commanded, "We must remove our boots, for we will dance on sacred grass."

She leads.

They both kicked off their footwear, she more gracefully than him, admittedly.

"Oh great and wise one," Dewayne started, not knowing what titles they preferred, "I pray thee to tell me more of the threat to Athenia posed by Earl of Banewasp," feeling his phallus shrink and soften at the fear of battle. He realized it was much more pleasurable for him to just obey the women and let them lead him than to try to steer the conversation in his preferred direction.

Lead him, Rhiamon did. She lead him in a spinning barefoot dance across the dewey grass. Step, two, three. Step, two, three.

"First, you must listen, then you must believe, then you can trust," she told him, and the words rang true, though they were not what he wanted to hear and he did not truly understand her meaning.

Step, two, three. As she spun him, he saw her differently, younger, brighter, more sexual. Step, two, three. Dewayne was dancing with a different woman. No, not a different woman, but the same woman with an entirely different body.

Rhiamon transforms using a glamor spell.

Step, two, three. Step, two, three. She magically changed appearance several times as she whirled about with her skirts flying and as she whirled him about with his kilt flying. (In his case, of course, there were no skirts underneath.)

Dewayne felt like a free wild man, unhampered by inhibitions, nor society's conventions, nor underwear.

They continued to dance to the silent drumbeat until he gave up mentally trying to label and limit this woman. Finally, he just accepted that she could be anyone, anything, she wanted to be.

He felt a great relief, giving up his imaginary authority over the world around him and simply accepting what he saw. They fell down on the grass, laughing.

For an instant, he saw exactly what he wished to see.

Dewayne finally accepted that Rhiamon was more powerful than he could ever be, nor could even imagine.