Give him the stone.

I hand him the stone and take the money. There's a faint smile on his lips as I pour it out and count it. It's all there, every last coin and then some.

"Seems our bargain is concluded. Pleasure doing business."

He shakes his head. "No, no. That was business. This is pleasure. Take off your breeches."

"What did you just say to me? By the Goddess, how dare you offer me such a lewd suggestion! I've half a mind to take that stone back and keep your money." I stand up, undoing the laces of my breeches. "Don't think I can't do it. I know your type, fancy boy. I could beat you with one arm tied behind my back."

The breeches fall down, exposing my fit flexible thighs and white cotton panties. I kick them off my ankles, pick them up and throw them into the fireplace, where they burn merrily. I turn to face him, hands on my hips, not wearing any pants and scowling sternly. There's a crash as the bar-wench drops a glass.

"Get over here, wench," calls the merchant. "Oh, my name is Bronnis, by the way. You see, this black jewel allows its owner to control the minds of lesser mortals. It fell from the sky ten thousand years ago, and the man who owned it ruled half the continent before he finally passed away. All Rinelda can think to do with it is play wicked little practical jokes on her maids. I have bigger plans."

"Ah. I see. Well, best of luck with that and I'll just be on my way."

I wrap my arms around the blonde bar-wench. The expression on her round face is somewhere in between a frown of puzzlement and a gasp of fear. Like me, I can tell, she's powerless to resist Bronnis' claim on her will. We're allowed just enough self-control for our eyes to dart around in panic as our mouths move on for a warm, passionate, tongue-entwining kiss that leaves us both panting with combined pleasure and terror when we're finally allowed to break it.

"Doesn't mean I can't have some fun on the way, through," says Bronnis. "How about instead of paying you, I make you and this wench entertain me? Would you like that?"

I feel my mouth moving, forming words that aren't my own. "Yes, Master Bronnis. You're the most handsome, brilliant man alive and I'd love to be your naked, squirming little lesbian plaything. It's more than a stupid slut like me deserves."

"Very good. Continue, then."