The Spymaster calls in a device

"Very good," his words were sharp, cold, and dismissive. "Bring it in," he said, waving a dismissive hand to the three men, without bothering to turn his head. As they moved, he turned to look at the body of the man who had taken the **** of Robin's attack. He still lay in the corner, not having moved an inch. "And get him out of here, would you?"

One of the men stopped, reaching down to haul his former companion up by the underarms and dragged him out of the room.

"A promising start, Becky," Lord Highwater said, extending a hand for the knife. For a split second, Becky considered cutting him. With his bodyguards out of the room, this might be the best opportunity she was going to get. But the thought passed, and soon the knife was back in his hand, disappearing up into his coat as though it was never there at all.

A moment later, the three men returned, two of them carrying something large, and draped in a black velvet cloth. They set it on the ground, and pushed it under Robin's bench where it locked into place with a click. Becky couldn't begin to guess what it was, but it was rather tall, and seemed to be pointed. She was certain that what her mind would come up with would be impossibly worse that what it actually was, but she still couldn't help herself.

"You might recognize this. You have some small skill as an alchemist, I've been told," Lord Highwater held out his hand, and the third torturer placed a small round cup in it, filled with a deep purple paste. From it's consistency, it was ground from sort of plant, likely something exotic, given the color. Becky flipped through her mind like an encyclopedia, and after a moment, her eyes widened with a gasp.

"Yes," the man continued, "A blend of Purple Lotus, cultivated by the wasps in the sky islands, out over the eastern sea. To them, the flower is uninteresting, a regular part of traditions and rituals, but to us..." he smiled, dead eyes directing Becky's attention back to Robin. "In the right proportions--and with enough of it-- the flower makes for a powerful stimulant. Absorbed through the skin, it enhances all sensations, be they pain or pleasure."

Becky knew it, of course, she had only been thrown of it's scent initially because there was so much of the stuff in that little cup! The wasps guarded their homes jealously, and anyone foolish enough to try to steal from them was met with hard punishment, and usually slavery. Countless flowers, and likely dozens of lives must have gone into the creation of that cup full of paste he was holding so casually.

"It is quiet illegal as well, but rather nice to have around for occasions such as this," he said, turning back toward Becky. "Take it. Smear it on that little fool. On her nipples, on her mons, on her labia, and within her folds."

He smiled, upon seeing her pause. Holding up the cup with it's little handle toward her. "And do keep in mind, Becky, that if you attempt to smear it on me, your neck will be snapped and you will be killed without a second of hesitation. Now, take the cup and anoint her.

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