She's a bit rattled

All in all, my partner seems to be taking her recent experience quite well. I think she’s still conscious, and she’s not shouting or calling for help! That said, her eyes aren’t focused and her breathing is labored. I didn’t shake her or anything though, so I doubt she’s concussed. When her breathing settles she moans lowly and rolls around as if sick.

“What… what did you do-ooooh! What did you~ do to me?” Her arms reach limply away from her as she asks me softly. I have no idea what I did, and I don’t know what she expects me to do about it. She continues to roll around weakly. As she rolls onto her stomach, I see my residue dribble out of her body along with the last of her strength. She continues to breathe heavily and moan, then gives a burp as she zones out on the floor. Poor thing.

I slide my attention away from the hot mess and back towards the desk. I consider breaking it open. I’ve already made some pretty heavy sounds in the house. Anyone coming already started on their way. I could just take the book and return it after reading it in peace. Still, why bother wrenching something open if you can get a key. Someone here knows where it is, maybe if I ask them politely they’ll help me. At the very least I can get some much needed linguistic practice.

For the second time, I try to form some sort of mouth and lungs. It’s a little easier this time, but my speech stumbles a bit to start. “Hhghghey there, little lady!” I whisper in what I hope is a friendly manner. “Cooould you maybe help me out? I’d like the key to that drawer over there. I know we haven’t met on the best of terms, but I think you’d rather I use a key instead of ****. What do you say?”

Her response is a generally concerned expression before she goes cross-eyed and lets out a little moan. I conclude she is tripping mad balls. Whatever I pumped down her throat must involve my status effect monster power. Is confusion or lethargy an option in those? Either way, she’s definitely going to be harder to talk to.

Reaching down, I grab her face and hands. “I get you’re having some trouble. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off eventually.” I assume. “In the meantime you will help me find the key, won’t you? Yes.” I nod her head up and down as she lets out a small gasp. “Now, I’m guessing the key is in your bedroom. I also guess it’s in a wardrobe. Now, if it’s in the neat dresser, flex this hand. If it’s in the messy dresser, flex this one. If I guessed wrong, go ahead and give me a lick. Ready?” The only delay to her response is a protracted whimper as she indicates the messier dresser.

“Good girl!” I praise her. Running some slime over her lips, I indulge myself in a little more of her spit before I let her go. Turning to exit, I leave her moaning and naked on the floor.

Retrieving the key is a simple matter. As I assumed, the rest of the house is asleep. I hear only gentle breathing as I rifle through the messy dresser. There are many metal bits and bobs, so I have to carefully sort through each one in order to find a small key. I know what size it is after squeezing myself through that keyhole for a few hours. I come back to find the elf lady fast asleep. Good for her!

I quickly unlock the drawer and pull out the spellbook. After all the trouble I went through, I hope there’s something useful in here at least. I don’t want to just stick it in my body for fear of smudging the ink or something. I’ll probably cover it with something I find when I carry it outside. Otherwise, it appears my business here is done.

“Well, thanks for a good time.” I say to the sleeping lady. “Call me if you ever want a second go.”