Isabella nods. "Of course. Well, it's not particularly fast, but it can use its magic to move the trees around it to some degree. I've heard talk of a witcher who dodged all of a leshy's strikes, only to be grabbed by his arms and legs with roots and vines and torn in half." She tells the gruesome story casually.
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The vibrator inside whirrs, providing contant stimulation that threatens to make her gasp in pleasure. For a moment, she imagines that it belongs to her son, and then to the mysterious criminal she's yet to meet, before Samuel enters the room to break her fantasy, smiling at his wife while holding a tray of steaming food and tea. "Morning, my love." He walks over, kissing her cheek and handing her the tray. "I've made a deal with one of the girls. If the target comes in today, she'll come and find you."
Heading down a set of stairs, they find themselves an elegant elven hallway. Heading through a few corridors, lighting the way with a torch, Matthias points at a glimmer, and Verena sees a golden dagger upon a plinth.
It takes several tries, but soon enough, Ashton's footwork becomes something approaching professional. The young man makes several extremely wide strikes. They're clumsy and ineffectual, but have the effect of making Mirellia move violently to evade or parry, causing strain on her dress. Unbenknownst to her, as she easily blocks another strike, several of the threads begin to come loose.
Abigail smirks. "Hey, who said I was a witch. Plenty of people dance naked in front of fires." Corinne sighs, as Abigail explains simply. "They couldn't hunt us, because there were none of them left alive to do the hunting."
"Good thinking. We'll dismount when we get close." Isabella nods. "Speaking of which." She pulls her horse to a stop. "Madeline, stay far back. We won't be able to help you while we're fighting, so keep well out of danger." Madeline, for once, doesn't make a joke, instead simply nodding.
"Are you kidding? He'd be mad not to beg for your attention." Samuel smiles again, kissing her cheek once more. "I'll leave you for now, but my door is over if you need anything." He leaves, just as the vibrator picks up in intensity, moving slightly forwards and backwards.
Ignazy adds. "The last thing I can think of is sneaking in after dark, though I don't know if any of you are good at stealth." Trista finds the handcuffs where she left them, in her saddle bags.
Examining the plinth, she gathers that it's a kind of pressure plate, and taking away the dagger will activate something, though she doesn't know what.
'Beautiful and dangerous,' Ard smiled at Abigail, 'Seems like there is more to you than meets the eye, Abigail.'
Kissing him back, she felt a little disappointed that he wouldn’t go any farther, especially with her so close on edge. Needing to get up, it didn’t seem like she’d have time to finish. Stumbling a bit forward while leaving it in underneath her clothes, the wetness of her pussy almost made it too slippery and risked falling out. Pressing her thighs tightly, she kept it in trying to push it deeper with her legs to hold it in place which only made the sensation that much worse. Taking a few awkward steps at first as it kept it’s work beneath her underwear, she resolved that the enchantment would lose energy eventually...in...six? Seven hours or so.
Trista shake her head another idea come to her mind.