Alchemy time.

He finds Dalaworth almost immediately as he wanders into the kitchen. In her hand is a cup of tea, half-filled, with steam still wafting up past her face. She lifts it for a sip as she watches Trevor approach. Her ocean blue eyes stare closely. It leaves him in an uncomfortable position, that is to say alone with his thoughts while a judgemental pair of eyes observe him. The first time he saw her, she was almost naked, and he can't get that image out of his mind.

Of course, she's dressed this time. Her outfit is the same as before--long white lab coat, low-cut beige top, black pencil skirt, matching heels. Her red hair flows like roaring flames down her supple skin, and she has the curvy body of a goddess. Beautiful and intelligent--that's Krystal Dalaworth, alchemist.

After another sip, she lowers the cup down to her stomach and smiles. "How has your morning been, Mr. Squire?"

"It's been... good," he says under his breath. Then he clears his throat. "Ma'am. Thank you again for your generosity. This is a lovely home."

"A gentleman, like always." One more sip and she places the cup down on the counter. "Well, I'd like you to follow me, Trevor. You're meant to be my assistant, so please assist me with my studies. You're interested in alchemy just like Sir Milgard, yes?"

"Oh definitely." He nods.

"Then I'll teach you what I know."

"That would be amazing! Thank you, ma'am."

"Please call me Dalaworth. Ma'am makes me feel old." She steps past him. As she moves, the scent of flowers wafts beneath his nose, and the soft sensation of her hair brushes against his cheek. Her hips sashay, and she makes her way around the corner before Trevor realizes his body isn't moving.

"C-Coming!" he stutters as he quickly catches up.

She leads him into a room he's yet to see. It's large, and filled with counterspace around the edges as well as multiple tables in the center. He can see glass vials, papers, books, boxes of reagents, and more. There's no doubt about it. She's an alchemist, and this is her laboratory. He can't help but wonder what kind of discoveries she makes within these walls--potions she's invented herself. Alchemy has done many things for many people, especially in the subject of medicine. While some cast spells, others prefer to affect themselves and others by mixing ingredients found in nature, from plants to parts of monsters. There's no telling the limitations of alchemical study.

"Now please hand me that dried frost lotus petal please," she requests. Without even looking back, she walks straight up to a nearby flask already partially filled with purple liquid.

Trevor looks around. Not far away, he spots a small open box of a few different ingredients, but in the center is part of a blue flower. He remembers it from his studies. As he picks it up, it doesn't feel as cold as he expected. It must be old. He then walks it over and holds out his opened palm.

She smiles and lifts it from his hand. "Thank you. Very good. I'm impressed." After dropping it into the flask, the concoction bubbles. The colour miraculously turns from violet to silver. "The base is mostly grape juice mixed with a bit of lime juice. It reacts uniquely with a frost lotus petal, though differently if it's fresh. It turned red before, but this time, silver. Do you have any theories why?"

"I guess it could be the temperature. Or maybe some properties from a frost lotus fade away over time, while others stick around. What kind of amazing theory are you chasing, Ms. Dalaworth?"

"Oh Trevor." She lifts the flask to her nose and breaths in gently. "Nothing at all. This is a special drink invented in Silverleaf."

"What does it do?"

She takes a sip and then sighs deeply. "Mmm~... It tastes good. That's what it does." Her eyes turn to him, and she chuckles warmly. "Don't worry. That's not everything. I do enjoy a nice drink, but now I'm going to let this sit and add more to it tomorrow."

"Ms. Dalaworth. Does there exist a potion that... calms one's body and mind?" he asks, though it sounds like he isn't quite sure how to word his question.

"Surely you know the answer to that already." She places the glass down onto the table and inspects him closely.

"I mean, like to eliminate one's desires, I guess. I don't know. I just--"

"Of course. But why would you want that?"

"I was just curious. I mean, man is constantly tempted by sinful thoughts. If a potion could exist to purify people's minds, then we could all be as valiant as Sir Milgard."

She chuckles again. "Oh Trevor. But are those temptations truly bad? Maybe that's what makes us human."

He eyes her over. As much as he'd like to resist, his body is begging for it, and she's an outstandingly beautiful woman. His eyes stop at her chest. All he can do is remember her standing in nothing but lingerie. Though after a moment, he realizes something. He sees no black straps, or even the trim of a brassiere. There are two things he can see, however... a subtle pair of bumps poking against the thin fabric of her top.

My body is reacting quickly again. I'm so pent up. I can't believe this is happening. All I wanted was for her to reach me more about alchemy, and now that I'm here, I can't focus at all!

Dalaworth takes a step towards him. She places a gentle hand on his chin, and then she guides his gaze back up to her face with a smile. "And you're very human, Trevor."

"S-Sorry!" he stutters out as his face starts to fluster. He's been caught in the act and has no idea how to respond.

"For what?" she asks. "I don't mind you staring."

"No, I can't--"

"Remember what I said before. If you avert your gaze, then I must not be beautiful... How sad."

"That's not it!"

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands, Mr. Assistant."

"I... Okay." He takes a long inhale and sighs. Then, he does exactly as he's instructed.

This is so embarrassing. I wish I could make a better impression on Ms. Dalaworth. She probably thinks I'm a goofy little perverted kid, but I want her to see me as a man! Gentlemanly. Noble. But I keep getting flustered and making myself look stupid. What's that sound? It's like fabric rustling. Wait. It sounds like she's taking something off. No, no. Keep your eyes closed, Trevor. Keep them closed no matter what!

He feels a long piece of clothing hang over his out-stretched hands.

What is this? Her coat? That's not so bad. But then why are my eyes closed? I'm really worried. I think I hear something else... Is she taking another piece of clothing off? Please no. I can't even fix my pants right now. Ms. Dalaworth, please have mercy.

Then, the coat is lifted back from his hands. Another moment passes before she says, "All right. You can open them again. Let's get to work."

He breaths a sigh of relief. After he opens his eyes, however, his entire body freezes up in panic. The beige top she was wearing before is now folded up on the table next to her. She's wearing her lab coat, but there's no short beneath it. Its closed just enough to cover up, but what an intense tease to be given in such a pent-up state! His eyes widen, and he looks straight down at her massive cleavage. If her coat was to be moved at all, he'd see her nipples for sure, but she's intimidatingly good at this. Even as she turns to the face the table, it doesn't swing open.

While she isn't looking, he fixes his pants. Something stiff is straining against the fabric. "Wh-Why?" he mutters.

"It's rather warm in here. If you'd like, I can take this coat off completely."

"No, no!"

She chuckles. "Then why don't you bring me a fire tulip? I keep it in a special container across the room. Do you see it? Metal, crimson."