Add Keyphrase: Composed Court Sex-Witch

I try to master myself: to take calming breaths and remain 'Composed' but it's hard to do that when I am physically incapable of doing anything at all. And the memory of her highness using me like I'm some kind of... 'Court Sex-Witch' remains ever fresh, burning in my mind with a vengeance that feels at-once foreign and familiar. I--

--try to maintain my bearings, as the world spins and twists and--

--I... how did I get here? I... was here to help relieve her 'stress' with my magics? My magics, yes. That a paramour would simply drop into her lap was simply good fortune. Fortunate? Of course it was fortunate: Her highness has been starved for male affection, due to his majesty's decrees... Ah. Stop, Cheryl. You-- I must focus.

I try to examine the magic of the device which has caught me in its snare. Matters as intricate and, scholarly as cursed objects and transmigratory spirit arts are quite far from my, ahem, usual expertise, but what else am I to do? Rest here at the whims of fate?

No: I must seize destiny in my hands, and the first step is to understand my foe. Her highness still needs me, after all, if only to warn her of such a dangerous object's placement in her bedchambers.

Now, if only the lingering magic from our tryst with James weren't still lingering on my mind and clouding the air, the intricacies of this spellwork would be much easier to examine in detail...

(composed court sex-witch, dominatrix, wavy light-green hair, apron, loyal witch's attire, surprised expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)