Dragonfly Fortress.
"Now we will begin" the female sorceress announced to her audience.
It was a small congregation of three people.
Present was Waylon, a young water nymph clothed in white apparel, gagged and tied with a rope, the third person was Smeden who held the rope, propelling the female by the collar.
"The price you demand of me is too steep Zipporah, another of my most loved pets. It is such a hard feat replacing them" he grumbled.
"When you came to me a few years ago, you said you were willing to do anything to become king" her sultry voice chimed.
"True, I am still of that opinion. But then, finding one I genuinely find pleasure in is increasingly tedious" he told her.
"You can take her back if your debauchery places higher than your goals" she offered.
Waylon gave her
