They meet in the room

James closed the door behind him, recovered his breath and turned to face his partner as she stood in the room, facing him, in her red bikini. "Are you okay? I rushed back." James looked at his partner closely, panic turning to annoyance at the possibility that he'd rushed back for nothing. "You seem ... fine!"

She scowled at him and turned, pointing at her ass.

When she'd made half a rotation, his eyes widened, but he wasn't prepared for the glaring tattoo. He scoffed into his hand, trying to control his amusement. "What did you -- what happened?!"

She angrily recounted her day. "Some asshole rogues managed to sniff out your stupid enchantment on the beach, and thanks to someone," she glared at him to emphasise who she was referring to, "I was still wearing my collar so I couldn't defend myself. They toyed with me like I was some kind of plaything! This literal pain in my ass I've had to deal with all day is just because they thought it would be a fun way to send you a message."

"I mean you are my plaything right no--" He stopped his line of teasing as she noticed the glare on her face. "Why not just get changed and go somewhere else?"

"YOU THINK I DIDN'T TRY THAT?" She stood upright, making her butt bounce appealingly. "I can't cover it! I can't even sit on it. Take this thing off me," she pointed at the collar, "fix your first curse, and then fix this shit. I'd be taking this a lot better if I hadn't been forcibly edged for 24 hours."

A flash of concern and guilt appeared on James' face before he went to his suitcase to gather his enchanting equipment. He instructed, "Lay down on the bed so I can look at this magic."

"Collar first." Nadia crossed her arms.

James knew perfectly well that taking the collar off before explaining that he hadn't found a way to undo her chastity enchantment was a terrible idea, so he opted for the quickest path. He waved his hand and watched her as she felt her body lift from the ground.

Before Nadia could swear at him, she felt her body lift from the ground, and flailed her limbs, trying to keep contact with the ground, but it was fruitless. She felt her arms raise above her head and her feet stretch out below her as she floated to the bed. He rotated her into a laying position and gently put her down on the bed. She struggled against the magical bonds, but with her hands and feet secured, she just flopped about on the bed like a fish. "Motherfucker, I'm not in the mood."

She wasn't in the mood to be toyed with, so she cursed her already aroused body's instinct to enjoy being played around with by James. Any other time, this could be foreplay for them. "Let me go." She heard the **** arousal in her own voice.

James noticed the small wet patch on her bikini bottom, but didn't comment. He brought his brass loupe and put his hand on her ass to steady her. "Stop struggling, let me see what I can do." When she finally stopped wriggling, he could sit with her and look at the tattoo closely.

He enjoyed having his face next to her ass, and it did occur to him that saying her name a few times would make her a bit more amenable but he was reasonably sure there would be consequences later.

With the loupe by his eye like a monocle, he inspected the tattoo closely. The ink was definitely magic. He watched it seemingly flow around the shape of the letters.

With his face distorted trying to look at it, he decided that while he was fixing her current problem, it might be a good moment to guiltily explain that he had not found the ingredient he needed to reverse her original enchantment.

Fifteen minutes of attempt to counter-enchant her ass later, James lay down on the bed next to the magically tied Nadia, frustrated.

"They've done a good job. Every time I try to touch it with my magic, the letters just rearrange into a phone number."

He watched her wrist reflexively try to conjor a fireball in her rage.

"And THAT's why I didn't take the collar off of you." James felt dejected, with the blame of now several annoying enchantments on his shoulders. Upsetting Nadia was the last thing he wanted to do. "You know as well as I do that tattoos are designed to be hard to remove. If we were at home, or maybe with some more tools and time here, I could undo this, but again I don't have the things here."

She looked at her wrists and feet.

"Oh, sorry." He waved his hands and she was released.

"You're supposed to be the best enchanter." She carefully sat upright, avoiding sitting on the part of her cheek with the tattoo.

He hated the sound of disappointment in her voice. It stung in his heart. "I think whoever made it can reverse it. I think that's the point of all this. Do you think we should just call them? Did they seem callable?" He asked, thoughtfully.