Tyene enslaves you by herself.

Nym reaches over to you, but the blonde slaps her hand away.

“Give me a moment. You said I could have the fun now.” She said, to which Nym merely rolled her eyes.

Tyene began to remove the remnants of the potion with a rug, and you felt the itching leave your senses. Suddenly, though, she pried your mouth open with her fingers and poured another odd liquid into your throat. It tasted well but, unfortunately, it also left your skin extremely sensitive, which you noticed when Tyene pinched at your stomach and you hissed. She giggled, dragging her nails across your chest. The sensation was a dozen times stronger than you expected, and you pulled at the ropes binding your wrists to the bed.