Arne grabbed the youngest of the four - Ursula and quickly tied her hand behind her back. "Gag them and tie them up." he ordered Vaclav, he then turned to Louise. "and you, keep them entertained." He then dragged Ursula to separate room. "I am inquisitor Arne. I have captured you and your comrades, while you were worshipping the devil." His hand travelled to woman's still wet sex. "Now, my dear, if you want to avoid torture, you will confess, about what you did, your fellows and every little sin you made... that is, unless you want to avoid this." He nodded to the torture tools.
The tailor works silently on the dress, red fabric levitating in the air as it's cut and sewn. Ignatia leans in. "I hears some talk back in the inn about tailors like this. They're proper mages who've left the politics and religion behind, to just focus on magic as an art form. It's not just tailors, there are painters and sculptors who do the same thing. Really expensive though. I'm surprised to find someone like that around here. Wow." This last comment is uttered as the woman finishes the dress, holding it up for Allune to see. She puts the dress on a mannequin and casts an illusion spell on it, to make it look like a woman with a similar body and hair colour as Allune, so she can see what it'll look like when she wears it. "You like?" The woman looks at Allune expectantly. Lukas nods his head. "I can't say I blame you. Well, not like you need my blessing, but feel free to make a move if you dare, so long as you're respectful about it. Honestly, Ignatia's fun enough, but Allune could maybe use some action to get her to loosen up a bit. She's lovely, and a good friend, but so pointlessly uptight."
The pig man gives an ugly smirk. "C'mon." He lifts her up, taking her into the bedchamber and laying her down on the sheets.
Mszczuj touching both girls pussies, as they lie tougether. "So, what are they? The succbi I mean. Did you managed to capture one of them or some of their kind get you with lower pants?"
Eventually, all the survivors are back in shape. Benacio groans. "I heard screaming from the treeline as I rode. I thought someone was in trouble, so I followed the noise. Turns out it was a succubus luring me into a trap. These demon...things...jumped me, man sized, with monstrous faces and red armour. I fought them, held my own for a while, but no matter how many times I landed a killing blow, they kept getting up." Kuril nods. "We heard the fighting from the road and went into the forest to help, finding Benacio too exhausted to fight, and rode down his attackers, but they got back up, and we were flanked by the succubus and a group of goatmen. We fought our way out, but lost good men."
"Well, Lukas is the one paying. But it is pretty interesting to know that, politics and court duties aren't for everyone. Specially me." Allune giggled, before looking at the finished dress. "Woah. That is beautiful!" She exclaimed, until she inspected it closer, "But.. uhm... the cleavage... won't by bra be visible if its that low?" She said, as she has next to no experience in wearing a dress.
Ursula begins with an emphatic denial, but seeing the torture devices, wisely decided to shut her mouth. She moans as she's groped by the inquisitor. "We...ugh...only wanted to avenge our husbands." She tells the story of how Grita began talking of how Satan could give them what they needed if they only served his wishes. She talks of how Hild approached them with word of how they could commune with the devil, and of the things her drug addled mind witnessed under the influence, and how she lay with what she thought to be demons. "I throw myself at your mercy, lord." She kowtows before him, kissing his feet. "Please, show mercy!" She begs now, with no thought to her dignity.
The crone shakes her head. "No bra. Do no worry, you can wear panties, stockings and garter, but bras not worn with court dresses. Not in fashion." She shakes her head. "Good fabric, plenty of support for those, do no worry." She points at Allune's chest, misunderstanding the blonde's hesitation.
"E-eh?" Allune paused as the old woman replied, "Uhm... I guess I'll be needing to buy those too?" She said in a confused tone, "Er. Yes, the fabric does feel nice... and... it does support her bust." She added as she examines the mannequin.
"You wear lingerie you have now. It match." The woman nods. "Now I make for your friend. Go tell pretty boy to get money ready. I done soon."
"Uuuh... I guess it does." Allune sighed as she puts on her clothes. "Alright, I'll inform him. And maybe poke out his eyes if I catch him peeping." She grins as she heads out the door to look for Lukas. "Hey, our dresses are almost finished. The tailor here is a mage, so I hope you've got the money to pay."
@unisol_gr44 Surprisingly, Lukas isn't at the door, but deeper in the shop with the monk. "Oh, hey, Lune. The brother here was just telling me about how you've caught his eye." He chuckles. "Yeah, I have money enough, if the dress is worth it."
"I'm flattered, but if Lukas is just forcing you to say that. Feel free to bash his skull in." She giggled, before answering Lukas. "Don't worry, it'll be worth every coin." Allune said with a grin as she browed the shop, looking for the stockings and garters the tailor mentioned that would go great with her dress.
Angelo blushed and shot Lukas a glare, 'H-Hey, way to put me on the spot.' He turned to Allune and laughed nervously, while going beet red, 'He's not forcing anyone, though I didn't think he'd just blurt it out the first chance he got.'
"Hehe, well, that lady inquisitor is also something to look at. So feel free to introduce Lukas to her, maybe she'll put the fear of god in him." Allune giggled, and whispered the last part to Angelo.
Angelo chuckled, 'Marguerite? Maybe she would, or she'd give him a night he won't soon forget. You can never tell with her.
"What?" Allune said in a shocked tone, "Wait, wait a sec. What do you mean by that? Aren't monks, especially inquisitors supposed to be... chaste, or something? Ugh... looks like my knowledge about religious people are outdated."
The monk went red and stammered, 'W-Well, inquisitors can pretty much do what they please. The way Marguerite said it, they either... indulge themselves from time to time or they'd go insane while fighting demons, who very much use lust as a weapon.'
"I... see. That makes sense... I think." Allune replied in an unsure tone, "So that's how demons fight... I've never really encountered one... aside from the things those black knights create. But, I doubt the undead would use lust to attack."
