John eagerly leaves for his second chore today.

"See? We have the best intentions, even for you," Moira declared. She seemed earnest, which did nothing for the shaken young mage.

He followed her, now minus the escort of her butler, back the front door where a taxi was allegedly prepared to take him to his next destination. He took the moment's reprieve to give her a better assessment: a shapely body, obviously good breeding... and a capital heritage too. It almost let him forget her smiting prowess, and the fact that she, too, possessed some kind of inventory system reminded him to try theft on her as well. A host of items appeared besides her clothes, the latter which included, to John's honest shock, a beautifully ornate chastity belt! As the list grew below this, he quickly realized that he wouldn't have nearly enough mana to go through it all. An assortment of pieces of armor, a change of clothes, a purse with feminine products, her hammer, more outfits packaged neatly together, multiple handbags... and baffling loose from any container therein, a single, golden key clearly hailing from some other era. The key's service end looked like a suspiciously good match for the hole in the chastity belt-

"You're rather quiet."

Worried that he'd be caught red-handed, he made a split-second call and stole the key before replying. "W-Well, it's just... a bit much to take in, I guess. I kind of woke up thinking I was the only one like this." He took a peek at the new key in his inventory:

Vow Keeper: unique item. This small golden key unlocks the Brighton family's most precious treasure.

Oh... Oh. OH.

"Well you're not... and you're strangely honest for your kind. When you went to the bathroom, I was sure you were going to try to flee, or summon that wretched thing you've... recruited."

<Fuck you, bitch!>

John flinched. He needed to figure out how to be able to talk or think about Fairy without accidentally communicating it all to her. "Well, I hope you trust me a bit more now... I mean, now that we're on the same team-"

Moira stopped dead and spun about, shoving a finger before John's nose. "We're not on the same team. We're here to protect you, and perhaps one day you'll be useful to be a kind of... contractor. And besides, do... do you have any idea of what that demon of yours did to me?" John shook his head... but her tone made it pretty obvious. As if realizing what she was about to admit, she cleared her throat and kept walking. "It doesn't matter now, but I assure you we won't be on the same team, ever, as long as you keep that kind of company. Please try to keep a tighter leash on her from now on."

"Of course."

<Heh heh heh...>

You're making me think I really should.

<I'm behaving, honest!>

John tried to continue the conversation. "But what requests should I expect from-"

<You should've seen miss high and mighty when she started coming all over those iron panties of hers->

John choked on his words, but Moira knew what he was asking. "I don't know. You're still a novice, and your summons are incredibly weak... but perhaps you'll help us understand the Abyss better through your power- Ah, good, the taxi is on time today."

John finally gave Moira a good look as they said their goodbyes, noting her tired expression... and then her new Relationship score: -17! What happened to the modifier? Either way, he seemed to be nearing her good graces... now he was only moderately disliked! An improvement for poor John Newman, that. "Well, I look forward to helping out in the future, however I can." She seemed taken aback, and another seven points ticked up. Unbidden, a massive quest screen exploded before him, prompting him to stash it as he tried to awkwardly wave goodbye. Once in the cab, he used the isolation to carefully read the insane message that appeared:

NEW MULTI-QUEST!
(Tooltip: Multi-quests are a series of individual quests that give additional bonuses as you complete more of them within a particular series. Complete them all for a bonus!)
-A ROYAL ROMP-

"Fairy Tales"
Objective: Kiss Moira Brighton!
Rewards: +10 to hp, 100XP

"The Mutual Maidenheads"
Objective: Lose your virginity to Moira Brighton!
Rewards: +5 STR, +5 END, 500XP

"The Stuff of Legends"
Objective: Steal the Golden Rose!
Rewards: +30 stat points, 1,000XP

"The Legend Continues"
Objective: Give away the Golden Rose!
Rewards: +10 lvls to a fighting style, 10,000XP

Multi-Quest Tiered Rewards:
$100 | 300XP | +2 WIS | +4 STR | ??????

What was he even looking at? Sneaking a kiss would probably earn him enough Brighton aggro for a lifetime, nevermind punching his V-card with their heiress! But the Golden Rose... what was it? Had he more time with Moira, and perhaps better circumstances in meeting her, he might've learned... but for now, he sees no limits on quests and no reason to not hit ACCEPT. Who knew what the future held?

One hour later...

The taxi driver seemed eager to get lost in rush-hour traffic, and the fact that Tricia actually lived only a few blocks from his house (and on the way to school) made the hour-long ride even more irritating. Given that it was on the Brighton dollar, it was likely he'd get away with it, too. John did manage to find ways to whittle the time: using theft, he stole the crooked cabby's wallet, took out the cash, and returned it to his pocket without being noticed. He used augment emotion to increase the man's sense of shame, and thought to use reduce body to shrink the driver's dick until a wave of guilt stayed his hand; getting delayed by a greedy driver was hardly reason enough for that. Instead, he peered out the window and watched as the nice houses near the manor slowly gave way to the more suburban fare he was used to, ending in front of a non-threatening townhouse that looked identical to its neighbors, save for the address painted on its mailbox.

Finally left alone, the humble abode became intimidating as he neared it. John felt trepidation run through him the moment he rang the doorbell, and wondered why he felt a bit dizzy. He steadied his breath, trying to assure himself with Tricia's promise to not hurt him-

The door dissolved along with the house, the grass, the sky... and John nearly fell over by no **** other than a knot in his stomach and the shock of teleportation. "You would get used to it if your visits became regular, though I expect that they will not." Facing down as he tried to not puke, he etched into his memory the bizarre place he stood: a dark, metal pad that glowed a soft blue, as if irradiated. As he struggled to catch his breath, he looked up to find the familiar face of Tricia... and her stark, naked body. John's stunned look and tent-raising manhood helped Tricia realize her own nudity. "Oh, of course... my apologies, I've never had a guest over. I'm afraid I'm used to being a bit distracted," she explained as her fingertips and toes blackened, "so I didn't reserve enough processing for... this kind of situation. This does mean my instruments are already prepared, however... as they have been for the past hour."

John followed the black as it grew in tiny square patches that dotted her flesh in a wave until a uniform, smooth black layer of spandex-like material was all that remained visible. This crawled up her narrow thighs, patched the hairless cleft between her legs, and up her stomach to cover her perky breasts. Her nudity, then, was an illusion, and as before these odd spats stopped halfway up her neck. "What... what are you?"

"You're here to be the subject of that question, not the researcher. Please come with me."

John followed faithfully, and took a better measure of the ill-lit space they occupied: though the path of focused lights made a trail in darkness, his eyes adjusted enough to see that they were in a straight hallway, nearly 300 feet long, leading from the teleportation chamber, as John decided to label it. As they walked, he noted yet another achievement that floated onto his sheet:

Achievement unlocked! "Swingin' where we want 'cause there ain't nobody home"!
Visit a girl's house when there's nobody else there!
100XP
+1 LIB

As if he needed the Libido boost! Suddenly he regretted so liberally experimenting with fairy dust. Looking around, he wondered if it wasn't having a residual effect: this hallway was already too long to be in the house he saw. The tiny clock on his character sheet indicated that barely a minute or two had passed since the taxi rolled away, so he hadn't been **** and relocated. Seeing her distracted, he decided to check in on her inventory as well, using theft-

"Please stop whatever you're doing," she tersely declared without stopping, "or my security system will react violently." Stunned, John closed the inventory window... but not before catching a glimpse of the one, immovable object on her: a bald, full body suit that listed itself as armor, so thorough that it even covered her forehead and face... yes, her forehead, and John shuddered as he recalled the eyeball seemingly the size of a large man's fist.

"Sorry... I just wanted to know more about your... suit..."

"It's a nano-reactive, polysiloxanic exodermal armor that acts as a medium for a BCI-based spinal column unit, with the entire neural interface controlled by a miniaturized quantum processor."

The word salad might've impressed the like of Frank and other overgrown cavemen at Ashcroft, but John had read enough sci-fi video game codex entries to at least get an idea. "So... it's a computer-powered suit? Nano... reactive, so it works on the molecular... um..." Unfortunately, this only took him so far. "... nanomachines?"

She paused her steps, and eyed him curiously. "You're... well, that's a bit oversimplifying, but you have a surprisingly good grasp of some of its concepts. Your academic record wouldn't indicate any ability to even try and understand that..."

"I'm full of surprises," John bragged, laughing.

"Good. Then we'll be very busy getting them out of you."