'How's the fit? Do you like the uniform? I have to say, you look really good in Centauri colours. And congratulations on the temporary promotion, we'll get that sorted out later,' Xavier smiled at Ulie, looking her up and down in the uniform. The gaze wasn't lecherous but it was certainly evident that he liked what he saw. He let out a laugh, 'There are several possible reasons. I feel sympathy for you with suffering that alien attack and all your shipmates dying. I was a bit stressed by command, so doting on you was a welcome distraction from that. And, you strike me as a sweet lady, so I'd naturally want to protect you.' 'I'm afraid I can't join you for lunch right now, though, I have to get a few things sorted and do my duty as admiral,' Xavier said, 'Maybe you'd like to join me for dinner in my quarters later? We still have to figure out what you'll do on-board but that can wait for now.'
Smiling, Vizelle lets up with her telepathic attack. "I just showed you what happens if you defy, betray, or annoy me. But don't worry, once you prove your worth, your organization will be bigger than it has ever been." She said with a grin, "Now then, how about we seal our new partnership?" The sorceress cooed, lifting her boot-clad feet towards him. "Lick." Her eyes glow, once again bombarding the slaver and his thugs with pleasant images whenever they obey.
"Thanks..." She blushes as she listens to his explanation and offer. "I mean, sure, that'd be nice, but you don't have to..."
Spoiler: Telepathic Roll D100: 66+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=81 (Pass) She feels Arnolf trying to resist, feels him trying to will himself into breaking her control and strangling her into unconsciousness. Instead, the massive, muscular criminal kowtows onto his hands and knees, and his tongue begins to run along the leather of her boots. The remaining thug look stunned, but her influence over them leaves them unable to protest, unable even to want to.
"Good boy." She grins, "Now then." She looks to her disciples, "Feel free to celebrate. Just don't make too much trouble. Our new friend here will be paying." She cooed, rewarding her young disciples for their good work. "As for you, Arnolf. Your obedience deserves to be rewarded as well." She licks her lips, using her telepathy to stimulate his, and his men's body, letting them feel an intense pleasure they wouldn't be able to feel without using an aphrodisiac.
'I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't want to, it is settled then,' Xavier said, 'Now, enjoy your meal. I recommend the Proximan haddock, the chef always prepares it quite well.' With a smile, Xavier let Ulie enter the officer's mess and then headed to the bridge. 'Anything to report while I was gone, XO?' Xavier asked Victoriana. Telling the authority about the crew's ultimate demise, Xavier tried to follow up on the food shipments and getting his fleet sorted through customs.
The disciples whoop, beginning to crack open some bottles of liquor, and looking out at the dance floor for anyone worth picking up. In the meantime, Arnolf and his men begin to groan, as the pleasure overwhelms them
Vizelle continues their reward until they're about to reach orgasm. Just as they're about to blow their loads, she stops, using her telepathy to prevent their bodies from reaching climax. "See? The rewards I offer are plenty. But so do my punishments." She glares at him as she speaks, "Pledge your loyalty to me. And I will let you experience heaven." She said in a sultry voice, waiting to hear their replies.
“The honour is mine, Duke Chernobog.” Eanne politely returned the bow and took the coat with a grateful smile, quickly putting it on. While she was no stranger to cold – Samodiva had some cold areas, such as the poles and some of the tallest mountains – her current clothes were hardly meant for such a climate, as she had not been planning on leaving the city. “No apologies necessary.” She smiled at the man, making it clear that she did not hold the manner of the “invitation” against him, then waited for him to speak again.
Xavier's second in command shakes her head. "Thankfully not, sir. The quartermaster has begun inspecting the food shipment, and found several empty crates coated inside with some sort of slime. We think that they were hiding inside." Over the next few hours, The fleet is scanned and enter the space above the capital. One of the Emperor's servants transmits a message, stating that Xavier can travel down to have an audience at his leisure, but that the emperor understands if he'd prefer to do more investigation on the xeno issue first.
The henchmen pledge themselves almost immediately, begging Vizelle for release. Arnolf, on the other hand, holds out much longer, clenching his mouth shut and trying to minimize the shaking. He's only a man, though, and eventually he looks up at her. "I...I pledge my loyalty to you."
Chernobog smiles and leads her inside, into the warmth of the cliffside mansion. The interior is expensive, but casual and understated. Too much opulence in a mansion in the middle of a private nature park would be over the top, even for a noble, after all. "Can I get you something? Synth-coffee? Something a little stronger?" He shrugs away his coat, not needing it anymore. "I figured that I should put some men on your tail when I heard that you were dealing with the Empire's tax issue. When I heard that you went to my social club and spent some time with my favorite maid, well, I figured I just had to meet you." He laughs at the 'coincidence'.
Xavier informed the port authority about the stowaway aliens in the food shipments from Byzantion and suggest a thorough sweep of that station and any facility or ship that received shipments from there. He was surprised to hear the Emperor was ready to see him, he expected some ambassador to meet with him not the Emperor himself. He postponed the meeting to the next day and, once everything was normal again, went about his duties for the remainder of his command shift. Heading to his quarters, Xavier got ready for the evening, changing into less formal off-duty clothes. Remembering his dinner with Ulie, he headed to her quarters not far from his own to fetch her.
Once they gave their replies, Vizelle uses her telepathy to cement their loyalty to her. Though she tries to keep their original personalities, just with a lot more loyalty towards her. And to make sure her attempt works, she times it as she gives them their orgasm. Leaving an imprint of herself in their minds, connecting said image to overwhelming pleasure whenever they obey.
Byzantion Station informs him that they've also encountered some of the tainted food shipments. Heading to Ulie's room, the door slides open, and he sees her standing in her old clothes, the fabric clinging tight to her body by sweat, evidently in the aftermath of a workout. "Oh, crap. I mean, oh...darn? I lost track of time, sorry sir." She rushes into the bathroom, and Xavier hears the shower running for several minutes. Several minutes after that, he sees her exit the room in her new uniform, hair done up slightly.
Arnolf lets out a moan as he and his men begin to orgasm, before he collapses on the ground. "W-Who...are you?"
"I am Vizelle, your new mistress." She grins as she introduces herself. "I'll let you bask in your orgasm for now. But after that, we'll be discussing business." She said in a stern tone, leaning back, letting them see her crotch as she sends Verner a telepathic message to get her a drink.
So he was informed that I am dealing with the tax issue. I guess that was to be expected. “Coffee is fine, I've had enough alcohol for now.” Eanne took off her coat as well. “It may sound hard to believe, but I honestly did not know about your connection to the club or the lovely Felicia. I had decided to spend today familiarizing myself with the city and getting to work on the taxes issue tomorrow. I chose that club as my first stop because it seemed like a nice, high-class place where I would be able to relax. I even decided to ignore the man that was observing me discreetly so as to not cause a scene.” She shrugged. “It's just my luck that I happened upon your club and favorite maid... not that I'm complaining, I was already considering trying to speak with you about the taxes before the official meeting that will take place a few days from now.”
'I don't mind you swearing,' Xavier chuckled at Ulie correcting herself to be more "proper". He waited for her to get ready and then led her to his quarters. They were a lot bigger than hers, but not much more luxurious, some bits and pieces befitting a nobleman but quite spartan and utilitarian in most ways. Xavier called the mess to bring two meals to his quarters and bade Ulie to sit down at his table, where he had put out some tableware. He sat down at the table next to her, I didn't expect you to start working out already. The quartermaster can give you various types of underwear and work-out attire, so you don't have to get your normal clothes all sweaty. Do you have some personal affects somewhere or did all those get blown to bits with the ship? I'm sure you'd like a few clothes of your own to change into apart from the uniforms we have... Oh, what would you like to drink? I have beer, soda and some harder liquor here, and the mess has some decent bottles of wine.'
The disciple arrives soon after, as the slavers writhe and try to find their feet, putting a glass of expensive alcohol in Vizelle's hand.
