Sneak into the room. Observe patiently.

You slip undetected into the room. Stealth was an essential part of your training, emphasized strongly over many weeks stranded in the woods. The skills you learned in those dark woods, hunting for food and avoiding predators, serve you well as you slink down to the floor. The naked woman is facing away from you, towards the far wall. From up close, you note rosy vines tattooed across her upper back and down her arms. Underneath her heavy breathing is a hint of frustration. The intensity of her activity would normally belie an oncoming climax, yet as time passes she seems no closer. She bears you no mind, intent on her pursuits. A hand works between her legs with well-rehearsed dexterity. You are entranced by the performance, intrigued by the mixture of passion and frustration.

Several moments later, the woman abruptly stops. She slumps forward, head hanging. Frustration is obvious in her panting breaths. Having given up on the task at hand, the woman moves to climb out of the bed. You think to say something, to let your presence be known, but words fail you. Standing up, now partially facing you, she jumps back at your presence. Startled, the woman raises a hand. Her tattoos glow, and from the ground springs several large tendrils of spectral vine. You try to jump back, but are easily ensnared. The woman's expression is one of shock. The raised hand seems to beckon the vines to grip you tighter, while the other reaches for a blanket.

Her expression turns from fear to acknowledgement. Her expression is reminiscent of recognition, perhaps understanding your purpose here.

"Another vampire slayer. You are right on time, the Mistress was expecting another one soon." She states matter-of-factly.

"Enjoy the show?" she asks.

Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment. You realize your quickened breath and racing heart are not just from the arduous climb up the tower. She moves close, pressing up against the vines that grip your body.

She whispers in your ear, "Always so prudish. You'll need to keep a more open-mind if you want to beat her."

She steps away. "If you aren't careful, you'll end up like me," she warns. "She never kills her prey."

You muster your voice. "I'm here to help. Let me go." You state.

She considers your request. With a motion of her hands, the vines release you. They dissipate quickly, shrinking away.

"Of course. Let's be friends." She says with a soft smile. The confidence of the bare naked woman is startling to you.

"You see this?" She puts a hand under her metal collar, tugging on it. You can see the inscriptions clearly now. They are enchantment runes. "It steals my powers. She uses it to harness my abilities, keeping me alive as a tool."

She heads back to the bed, sitting on it's edge. "I was once a powerful druid, ages ago..." she says wistfully. "Now look at me..."

"I can help you," You state with all the bravado you can muster. "How can we free you?"

She laughs aloud. "Right. Let me put it this way: The curse laid upon me is a cruel taunt. You saw my earlier efforts? If I were to 'succeed', as it were, I would be free. A simple prospect, except the collar prevents me from reaching climax without the help another person. Stuck in this chamber, that leaves the Vampire Queen and your kind, who come my way once a century. I yearn for release... and for release... "

"In this way I have been tortured for centuries. It's not so bad, these days she ignores me. When I was fresh prey, I would be strung up and kept on edge for weeks in a row, subject to all manner of ****. "

You reply hesitantly, "If I'm not the first of my kind to see you... why has no one helped you?"

Even as the words leave your mouth, you know the answer. According to your house's teachings, it would be better to die than to forsake one's vows.

"None were willing... as the Queen expected, your oaths prevent you from helping. All tried to vanquish the Queen for me, rather than rescind their beliefs." She replies. "Another cruel joke, placing so many beautiful warriors in my path..."

She pauses to look you up and down. You fidget slightly, feeling exposed beneath her gaze.

Standing in front of her, you contemplate the situation. As she rightly mentioned, to forgo a oath of chastity would be to forsake your beliefs. Despite that, you are conflicted. The woman sitting before you strikes a stunning figure. Her soft skin bears an alluring sheen left by her earlier endeavor. Her eyes beckon seductively, pleading for release.

"And to reject her would be to prolong her ****..."