Visiting the inn, her wards aren't strong enough

Viviana spotted her prey as soon as she stepped in. He was tall and well-built like a warrior at well over 6 foot tall. He was sat with a companion, maybe a wife, who he dwarfed in size. She looked sweet and innocent, with neat straight hair and elegant clothes under her travelling robe. They looked, as a couple, as if he'd picked her as a prize after saving a kingdom. In contrast, he was dressed in light combat gear, dark leathers over cotton and mysterious woven wrist adornments. Not dressed for battle, but dressed to stand proud.

Viviana felt a pang of arousal in herself as just the idea of toying with, or conquering, such a man occurred to her. She watched the man's companion leave and with nothing a flourish of her hand, he was bound in place, unable to move his legs and arms from their position at the table.

He grunted in confusion and frustration as he struggled against the bonds holding him, straining muscles in his arms as he did. For his part, he seemed more surprised than annoyed. He couldn't articulate what was going through his head because his mouth was also barely moveable, bearing just a slightly agitated expression.

Viviana giggled and approached slyly, letting her fingertips run along the table he was sat at. In order to access his lap, she simply lifted his closest arm off the table and put it down gently at his side as if it weighed nothing, adding to his frustration. She hopped onto his lap and sat sideways. Viviana was bigger than his wife, but that didn't mean she didn't have to crane her neck to see his face, even from where she sat.

She ran her fingernails along his chest, as if familiarising herself with his body, taking care to cast a small spell to enhance his sensitivity where she touched.

"Aren't you a pretty one?" She asked him, aware that he couldn't reply. She squeezed his cheek and rubbed it better, psychotically.

It was clear that her touch was pleasurable to him, inevitably, but he was still **** to enjoy it. It didn't bother Viviana, it just made it more entertaining to her to break him.

"So you're staying here at the inn?" Viviana stroked his beard as she purred on his lap, enjoying feeling the squirms underneath her.

In her element, it took the sound of a nearby thud to distract her from her toy.

"Markus? What on earth is happening here?"

Viviana turned to look at the companion, now conclusively his wife, who was staring at her with rage in her eyes. "So you're Markus?" She turned back to him and ran her hands along his jaw, sweetly.

Markus managed to turn his eyes to look at his wife and grunted in dismay, all he could manage, which was all his wife needed to see to understand the situation.

"Get away from him, whore!" She screamed.

Viviana hadn't been called a whore before. In fact, the town knew better than to call her anything ever since she turned the bard into a donkey for a whole year. She hopped off of his lap and sauntered casually towards the woman. "Who would dare to speak to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

"The village wench? I think we can all see who you are." The wife replied, surprisingly cooly.

"Wench?! For your insolence, I shall teach you what the word 'wench' means!" She waved her wrist theatrically in the wife's direction and cast a number of spells at once, all in service of embarrassing the small woman, but to her surprise nothing happens. The spell simply dissipates in the air like steam.

"Well, that's never happened before," Viviana said to herself, slightly concerned.

The confidence drains out of Viviana at the same rate his wife grew. Literally. Within seconds, Viviana had to look up to make eye contact with the woman she'd just tried to curse.

"That's really not happened before..." She was very worried by this point.