Investigator Illya (POV Switch)

Illya Perovia was sweating. Captain Claire had asked her to come along and do some covert investigating while she dealt with the man named Percival. She was aware of her mission and usually very focused while working, but for some reason it felt difficult to concentrate right now. The guards and even the Captain clearly enjoyed themselves with this man, so why was she **** to be sneaky and pass on the drinks? She shook her head, 'Focus, Illya, you are an Investigator.'. Of course she could not know that her mind was affected by a dark ritual that made her feel at ease and comfortable. This could be nice under different ciscumstances, but she was working...

She made it to the first stairwell leading down without being detected by the man and slowly, quietly, followed them deeper into the belly of the dungeon. She finally reached the basement and found... a bathhouse? She looked at the marble walls, the pools, both steaming and cold, then she found the saunas. There was an enticing smell in the air, 'I could really go for a nice swim here', she thought. She was already opening the latches of her black leather armor which tightly hugged her butt and perky tits, but then suddenly stopped. What was it with this place? Was it magic? She had to investigate further. Nobody would store important paperwork in a place as humid as a hot bathhouse, so she clearly had to move further down. She found the next stairwell and snuck down.

At the bottom of the stairs she was hit with a subtle smell of a flowery perfume and the interior that clearly was designed to be a brothel. Usually Illya frowned upon prostitution, but for some unknown reason she imagined herself working here. Seducing the visiting men and women, getting paid, sucking cock and... getting fucked. When she came to, she had taken off her leather top and her pants were around her knees. Her fingers were massaging her clit, slick from her own wetness. With a shocked yelp she pulled her hand back, "What the fuck is going on?", she whispered. She had been extensively trained in both mental awareness and resilience, how could she loose herself in such a huge way? She had to find whatever was doing this to her and then report it to the Captain. She looked around the brothel, sometimes interrupted by naughty thoughts and her hands occasionally wandering, and eventually found a metal grate that blocked another stairwell. She used her skills to pick the lock and pulled the door shut behind herself, 'Time to figure out this mystery. You're going down, Percival.'.

Illya was now more stumbling than sneaking down the stairs, stopping from time to time, holding onto the railing and refocusing. At the bottom of the stairwell, she felt like a warm wave of relaxation and arousal washed over her. She dropped her armor and slipped out of her pants. She was happily rubbing her clit, she didn't care anymore. Of course she would find this... whatever it was... after just a moment. Her tanned face was flushed with arousal, her red hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead, "Mmmmhn, fuck.", she moaned and continued rubbing herself, pinching her diamond hard nipples with the other hand. One final time, her training pulled her out of this haze and back into reality. She was panting, her fingers were dripping and she was naked. Whatever it was, it was behind the ornated wooden door in front of her. She also knew that, should she loose control again, she was unlikely to get it back. There was no time to put the armor back on, she swung the door open, took a few quick steps inside and... stopped. It was a Sex Dungeon. It faintly reminded her of the interrogation chambers in the Headquarters of the Inquisition, just more... sexy. She activated her skill, Investigator's Eye, and detected a magical aura coming from under the floor in the middle of the room. That was it, just a few steps and she could destroy it! 'Almost there, I will save everyone from this evil place!', she thought. She was so focused, that she did not notice the imp gliding toward her from behind. A shallow stab in her neck with the devil's stinger injected it's paralyzing venom. The Investigator stumbled and fell, only to be caught under the arms by two other imps, "Master will be happy!", they cackled. Illya could only watch as they lifted her up and dragged her limp body towards one of the various bondage devices held here. 'I am sorry, Captain.', was all she could think.