You choose to visit the town of Stormhearth.

With Sindarion’s malevolent presence gone from your dingy cell, you finally get a reprieve to think without lust clouding your mind.

Damn it, Thalia! You’ve only been in Sindarion’s hands for a few hours and you’ve already given in to him! You didn’t come this far to be his sex **** for all eternity!

You feel your second wind rising and begin to piece together a plan. Your gaze falls on the chart showing the tower’s defenses, and you try your hardest to memorize its details.

Sindarion may be more experienced, but he arrogantly left me with my magic. I won’t be able to harm him directly, but if I can find a way to incapacitate him, it should stall the Dominatus curse.

You next think about the choice Sindarion has given you.

Though visiting Stormhearth could put its people in danger, it’s my best chance at escaping this hell. If I play my cards right, there’s both a church and a guild of demon-hunters in town that could help me. I don’t want to think about how many ways Sindarion can humiliate me with a horde of Orcs at his disposal…

*Ssssssss!*

The loud hiss of Sindarion’s teleport spell announces his return to your side. He is carrying with him a flask of green liquid, a bikini, and matching thongs that look Elven in design.

“So, what do you choose, my helpless little flower?”

“You shou-...We should visit Stormhearth. It’ll be easier for you to handle the Orcs after you’ve summoned your demons.”

“Try again, bitch! Is that how you address your master?”

You stare daggers at him. “I choose Stormhearth, master.”

“That’s more like it! Now, let’s get you prepared for our trip. I’m sure the Orcs will find you simply irresistable once I’m through with you!”

Wait...did he say the Orcs!?

Sindarion notices your confusion and smirks: ”You are too naive, Thalia. It would do you well to learn that slaves rarely get what they want!”

Your captor first hands you the flask, and you wearily examine it further. The liquid inside is glowing and bubbles furiously - both well-known signs of a cocktail you definitely shouldn’t drink! A familiar electric tingle running across your skin reminds you that the choice isn’t yours to make. Getting it over with, you bring the flask up to your pouting lips and down its nefarious contents with reckless abandon.

Whatever you were expecting from Sindarion’s potion, it is not the fresh, pleasantly minty taste that fills your mouth. But, like all your captor’s other shows of ‘mercy’, you know it’ll only make the humiliation that follows even worse. Your fears are realized as a sharp pain flares up at both sides of your skull, spreading across the rest of your body like wildfire. Although a soft hiss escapes your lips, you otherwise manage to deny Sindarion the satisfaction of hearing you suffer.

When the pain finally recedes after several long seconds, your body feels different: almost...lighter, and even more energetic than usual. Sindarion watches you amusedly for a moment before pointing at the floor of the room. A thin, perfectly smooth layer of ice expands over the grimy tiles, forming a mirror that reflects your new figure in all its glory.

The person staring back up at you is now more Elven than Human. While your old body was already slim and shapely, your new one is nothing short of perfection. Your heart-shaped face has become exceedingly pretty, accentuated by long Elven ears and dazzling green eyes that have replaced your old blue ones. You also stand a whole foot taller than before, no doubt thanks to the beautifully long legs the potion has granted you.

Indeed, the only remnants of your humanity left untouched by Sindarion’s potion are your breasts and lips. Your breasts, which were modestly-sized by Human standards, are now exquisite globes that would make any typical, flat-chested Elf jealous. Your lips retain a fullness to them that natural-born Elves can only ever dream of having.

All in all, your new body oozes a sexuality that most people would find irresistible; you can only dread the effect it’ll have on the Orcs. It’s well known that the Elves and Orcs have been mortal enemies since the dawn of time, and there’s no doubt as to what Sindarion’s plans are. You steal a bitter glance over at him...simultaneously loving and hating the...glorified sex doll...he has transformed you into. He simply grins wickedly in return, grasping his rigid cockmeat in a withered hand and pumping it lewdly at you.

“You turned out better than I expected, Thalia. It’s almost a shame that you’ll be the broken, worthless cum dumpster of a horde of barbaric Orcs by the end of the day! Now, get dressed!”