Meet Bangaal

One of the tents looked a good bit different than the others, with a foreign design that seemed to billow out from the center, rather than holding at multiple poles. The banners hung here and there, which all flapped from the same pressure emitting from the center, were red, picturing a gold-colored sidewinder, coiled atop itself. If the bat was the symbol of the demon lord's army, the snake was thought to be the symbol of chaos magic. Curiously enough, some of the demon lord's channelers were known to have snake's skin, but the link between chaos magic and channeling was not yet clear.

Those history lessons could be left behind in class. For now, you were interested to meet a djinn in the flesh-- to experience an encounter that few were ever luck enough to have.

The silence of the camp was interrupted as, up ahead, the sound of jingling metal sounded. It seemed like a cacophony at first, but slowly, surely, the rings began to hit together in a rhythm, sounding out a melody unlike any you'd ever heard before. A chorus of hands began to clap along with the music, making it sound like a whole throng of people must have gathered for a performance. Perhaps people had gathered here, to celebrate your arrival?

When you rounded the wall of the tent into the well-lit area outside, you began to gather why it was so well lit. The saintess had lit a series of torches all around, and in the center, she was dancing, a flurry of red and white silk. The djinn had the look of a shapely dancer, with a body that was exciting when still and thrilling in motion. Her black ponytail whipped about her like a dancer's ribbon, matching her graceful movements, as she gyrated her hips and traced lines through the air with her fingertips. Gold bracelets jingled on her wrists and a belt of coins clinked at her hips, producing the music you'd heard earlier.

The clapping, however, was another matter entirely. A series of arms were floating nearby. They had the same tan complexion and slender musculature of the woman in the middle, but where the woman should be, the upper arms simply terminated into red wisps of smoke. It seemed she was both the performer and the percussion.

When she saw you approach, her eyes widened, and you saw a particular wide smile flash underneath the curtain of the semi-transparent veil covering her face. "Squire! Come, join Bangaal. Let us dance together, as, how do you say, an ice-melter?" she beckoned you, not ceasing her dance, even as she introduced herself. "Bangaal wishes to know your name."

You were happy to give her your name, but you weren't so sure about the dance. Before your name could even leave your lips, however, the djinn grabbed your hands and **** you into her movements. You knew you were inexperienced, but something compelled you to try to match her dance and you proved surprisingly effective at doing so. Was she... controlling your mind?

"Psionics, cute one! You could learn the dance from Bangaal, but for now, it is best that you open your mind and let Bangaal, how do you say... yank your chains? Pull the strings! Ah, that was it." The djinn giggled as your body moved in perfect imitation of her own, albeit without the fancy costume or eye-catching hips to go along with it.

You'd have preferred to be asked before having psionics utilized against you, but you supposed she didn't mean any harm, even if copying her movements was wearing you out pretty quickly. You started to give her your name, but she **** your mouth shut using her powers.

"Hm hm hm! No no. Let Bangaal find the answer in the flames. I see... Lavender... Vin. Lavender Vin! That is your name, Squire."

You corrected her on the order, but told her that, otherwise, that was impressive.

"Hm hm hm! Praise me more. Now, let me see what else Bangaal can divine..." She released you from her dance and spun away, then moved her fingers in a strange pattern, as though tracing letters through the air. "Bangaal sees... she sees..."{if Fat = True}

Her eyes widened and she pointed excitedly. "Oh, your corpulence! It is a sign that you are a lover of life, just like Bangaal! We are kindred spirits, you and Bangaal. The two of you enjoy all of the foods of the mortal realm and this has led your body to become so pleasingly plump."

You felt like pointing out that the realms foods didn't seem to be doing the same number on Bangaal's body that they were yours.

"Oooh, and what else can Bangaal see... Bangaal sees... she seeeees..."{endif}{if Lady's Man = True}

"You are a lover of women, like Bangaal! Like Bangaal, but more numerous. Yes, you have loved many women, Lavender Vin. Loving six women all at the same time will be nothing new to you! Bangaal has loved many men as well. She hopes you will not be jealous," she chuckled, giving you a cheeky wink. "As for Bangaal, she is not jealous! This is good. A man should know many women. Bangaal has lived over 1000 years and gotten to know so many men and women... You humans rarely get 100 years! A travesty. Love while you can."

After imparting her wisdom, the dancer turned to the fire again. "And now, she sees... Bangaal sees..."{endif}

"Nothing!"

You felt your heart sink a bit in your chest, figuratively. It was sort of painful to have a saintess say, conclusively, that the flames had nothing interesting to say about your life.

"Do not worry, Lavender Vin. The flames show me nothing because the deeds that are to come in your life so vastly outweigh what has come before it. This means that your future is unwritten... a legacy that you determine yourself. Great people throughout history tend to have such blankness within their flames. This is a sign... You are likely the chosen of the one called Geod."

You noted that it was strange to hear Him referred to as "one called Geod."

"Hm hm hm! The true nature of Geod is so much more amusing than you could imagine. But enough about Geod, let us focus on Bangaal." The woman jingled the coins at her hips provocatively, as though to recapture your attention. "You and Bangaal share a special relationship: squire and saintess. The chaos magic that she commands can settle all of the worlds problems, but it will work best with your approval and consent. It sounds strange, I know. But the chaos works most effectively if you embrace it."

Here, Bangaal punctuated her point by approaching you and wrapping her arms under each of yours, pushing her chest close against your own. The softness of her body and the smell of her perfume were intoxicating. You weren't sure how much of it was her psionic magic and how much of it was your own lust for her.

"You must wish for it. Wish for Bangaal to show you her chaos magic and she will make a demonstration. Simply... let the words slip from your lips. Request to witness her magic and you will be treated to a spectacle: a djinn's show of chaos magic!"