Nettie

As she cautiously opens the stone gateway, she’s met with a dwarven woman, her face carefully painted with green paint, stretching a simple but elegant design across her face.

She’s standing over a bird, holding her hands up, likely attempting a healing spell.

But before she can complete it, Shadowheart steps in, holding her own hand out and casting cure wounds, and instantly, the bird’s wounds heal and close, though it’s clearly still exhausted.

Shadowheart hisses as the pain in her hand flares up again.

Nettie looks at her, the ghost of a smile on her face “Thank you, kind stranger.”

“No need to thank me, i need your help.” Shadowheart responds.

Nettie raises her eyebrows “Are you injured?”

“In some ways, but that’s not what i need help with, i’m cursed, oh, and not to mention the tadpole in my head.”

Nettie gasps loudly, before whispering “A mindflayer tadpole?”

“No, a frog tadpole.” Shadowheart quips while rolling her eyes “Yes, a mindflayer tadpole.”

Nettie looks around cautiously, before saying “Come with me.” And opening a secret entranceway.

As the gate opens, the first thing that catches Shadowheart’s eye is a dead drow, laid out on a table, this causes her to tense up.

Once in there, Nettie closes the gate, and before Shadowheart can do anything.

*GRIP*

She lets out a strained gasp as Nettie pinches her clit between her fingers.

Shadowheart once again falls down onto her knees, now face to face with the dwarf druid.

Nettie continues gripping her clit as she carefully examines Shadowheart, before saying reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a stick.

She presses the stick to Shadowheart’s neck, ghosting over it, but not touching her skin.

“If this touches you, you die.”

Shadowheart wants to respond but is unable to as Nettie continues pinching her poor clit.

“I need you to promise me something, on my desk over there i have a flask of wyvern poison, once you feel yourself turning, i want you to drink it.”

Shadowheart remains quiet.

*PINCH*

She squeaks in pain “o-okay” she manages to strain out.

“Good” Nettie says before letting go.

Shadowheart immediately massages her own crotch again, tears stinging in her eyes.

Nettie walks to her desk and grabs the flask of poison, holding it out in front of Shadowheart.