Take a breather.

The inhale you take next is the deepest your lungs have felt in some time, and your body tingles with a sense of pure relief. You let out a lengthy sigh as you lean back on our hands, and you cast a gaze over the room now hot with pleasure and passion. All within are having fun one way or another. Even those who act embarrassed, you know how they truly feel, even without your Kitty Sense. Some of the girls are timid, while others are rather bold, and together an orgy has broken out like none other. Over thirty girls are present. Not all are yet nude, though all are enjoying themselves, alone, with another, or as a group, though more often or not their attention glances towards you.

After a short time, Kashura Saylinor comes tumbling down. You leap up in time, and catch her before she can collide with the ground, just short of the mattress you're on. She looks to be panicked, though you're not surprised. She acts confident, though seems to be one of the most easy to fluster. She looks to you with reddened cheeks and quick, heavy breaths, though pulls away a moment later to barely stand on two feet.

You stand next. Your strength has some back. For a moment, however, you forget you're still nude. "Are you all right?" you ask.

Her eyes trail down your bare body with a quick and quiet, "Wow." But she then reaches up for a hat that isn't present to pull down over her eyes. She's still garbed in her skin-tight body suit, her crop top and shorts, and her jewellery, but her pointed cap is nowhere to be seen, and the same goes for her footwear. Her fingers run back through her long, green hair as she tries to compose herself to no avail. "I'm f-fine! Of course I am. Do you know who you're speaking with?"

"The great, wonderful, and sexy Kashura Saylinor, sorceress supreme and wielder of the Cum Wand?"

"That is not what it's called!" Yet the rest of the words spoken seem to quickly take over. "But yes. You are correct. I'm everything else you said and more. Evil flees in my presence, and commoners fall to their knees. I aa~aam--!" Her final word sounds strange. In an instant, she nearly falls to her knees again, but somehow manages to remain standing for the moment.

Coming up from behind is Vivi, and on her shoulder is Fava. Both of them seem up to no good. You're not sure which one is moreso than the other.

Kashura turns to them. With frustration, she begins to grab at her own shorts as her thighs quiver both in embarrassment as well as anticipation. "F-Free me from this strange magic immediately, or I'll--"

"You'll what?" Fava asks with a grin.

You chuckle. "What did you do this time?"

Vivi gestures to the pixie on her shoulder. "It's one of her inventions."

"A tiny metal beetle, or at least that's how it looks," Fava explains. "But it can crawl up the leg of an unsuspecting sorceress, and once it finds the clit, the automaton latches on and vibrates at random intervals."

"Why would you make that!?" Kashura asks. Just then, she nearly falls again as her eyes widen. This time, it lasts longer. She squats lower and lower until she hits the ground. Her palms press down against the cold stone floor as she moans. Once it seems to have stopped, she tries to stand again, yet falls right back down. This time it's brief. She waits, but nothing more seems to be happening. Carefully, she stands once again. She finally can't take it any longer. In desperation, she unbuttons her shorts and pulls them down and off her feet. Beneath is still a full body nylon suit, however, so she's unable to get to what's beneath. She tugs on the fabric, but her own attire is blocking her. "G-Get it out! Out!"

Fava cackles wildly. "You're gonna have to take the whole thing off I guess!"

"N-Never. I w--Aah~! I w-won't, I--" She clenches her teeth.

"It's so much worse that it's random," Vivi comments. "Way more frustrating."

With a face now redder than the ripest tomato, Kashura accepts her destiny. She pulls the crop top over her head, revealing now just how amazing she looks in the bodysuit alone. It's so thin and tight that she may as well be naked already. Clearly, she wears nothing beneath it, perhaps considering the suit itself to be one large undergarment. Her nipples are stiff and prominent behind the fabric on top, and blow you can see the exact shape of her womanhood. Her body jiggles beneath it as she bounces slightly on her feet, tugging at the nylon as she struggles to remove what is usually easy for her, in the heat of her own frustration. To rush is to fail.

At last, she does so. You watch with interest as she peels the bodysuit down over her supple shoulders, and down over the alluring curve of her bosom. Her titties pop free, but she can't cover them up--not while she's still removing the rest. Her skin continues to expose itself, down her stomach, over her belly button, and around her hips. She bends down to remove the rest down and off her feet, and at last, she hops free from all covering, desperately wrapping an arm around her tits, while her other dives rather erotically between her legs, as if to finger herself.

"Ooh, right in front of Kyle too," Vivi says. "I mean, I don't blame you wanting to touch yourself."

"I am not!" Then at last, she holds up her prize--a tiny brass beetle, pinched between her forefinger and thumb. She then throws it as far as she can.

"Uh oh," Fava says. "You shouldn't have done that."

"What? Why?"

"Because now it's going to find its way back to you, and you'll never see it coming."

Kashura tries her best to conceal her nudity, as well as her emotions, though hearing those words, especially after such stimulation to her body, makes it rather hard for her.

Just then, something strange happens. A black bar appears over Kashura's bust, and another down below.

"What the--" Fava mutters.

Kashura looks over herself. Slowly, she pulls her arms away, as she realizes she's been allowed a break. The bars follow her movements, concealing her nudity. "What sorcery is this?" she asks under her breath. "Ah, I mean I know of this magic! I in fact did it myself, after all."

"Of course you did," comes a new voice. Candy Cane stands nearby, still garbed like a clown, next to the sexy sorceress Lady Vazeela Sulta.

"How uncharacteristically kind of you," say Lady Sulta. "I thought perhaps you were going to cast a spell to humiliate her further."

"Why would I never do such a thing?" Candy says with a shrug and a grin. "In fact, let's have some more fun."