You drink the sweet potion.

The physical transformation has left you hungry and thirsty. Your stomach rumbles and so you drink the sweet smelling liquid. It sits in your warmly. Slowly you realise it is having an effect. “Oh no. It was some kind of aphrodisiac,” you mutter as you nipples harden and become clearly outlined against the fabric of your sheer top. You roll your eyes as the swelling also occurs in your nethers.

There is a polite knock at the door and it opens. A slim girl as scantily dressed as yourself enters. She has Asian feature. “I am Tachi. Master instructed me to show you around and explain things. I too am an outworlder. Come it is most... Oh. You drank the passion necter. You should not have... I would recommend that you imbibe the **** bitters to prevent conception.” She suggested pointing at the other bottle.

You nod in agreement and take them.

“Where are you from? I was a New York Cheif Executive. Was. Now I am one of masters lowest ****’s.”

“The West Cosst. I owned a dot com.” The bitters taste vile but you **** them down.

“Did you cross Fazeel. He doesn’t like that.” Tachi said. “Come on.”