And she needed to have her bondage removed and to have a shower. "Do you want to use me, before your departure?" She asked instead.
The man removes her restraints, and leaves her to have a shower. He shakes his head at the question. "No. I'll use you when you've proved yourself useful. Needless to say, it'll be well worth your while."
For now, Vizelle keeps her guard up for signs of Rikkert losing control of his powers. "I see. I will need to do my own investigations then." She replied, her tone neutral as she didn't expect much from Arnolf. "For now, your business resumes, just as usual. However, I want you to send any slave that has a talent for psionics, to me." She said in a stern tone, "Ah, but I'm not cruel. I'll let you state your wish. So, do tell." She grins, as her other hand rests on Verner's chest, slowly going down to his stomach, until it reaches his crotch.
Elena bowed as the man was leaving - gently, trying again to read his mind. Now that he was assured in his position, it should be far easier. She took a shower, put on her clothes and return to brothel, to meet with the Madam.
Arnolf nods. "Fine. You can have a look downstairs to see if any of the stock are one of your kind." He shrugs. "For my wish, I just want to be left to make an honest profit." Reaching down, Vizelle feels Verner's cock already hard for him, and the young man reaches up to caress her breasts. "Mistress..."
Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 34 (Fail) Sadly, her attempts to break into his mind still yield little. Later, Elena is escorted into Madame Dubernay's salon, where she sits overlooking the operations of her brothel through a two way window. "Ah, you've returned. You enjoyed yourself, I trust?"
"Indeed. The man thinks I am his sex slave, now." She answered. "He intended to have a curse put on me, but I managed to... convince him otherwise." She said. "How was he able to take me from your place?" She asked.
"Fufu... hehehe. Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I just never considered slavery as an honest profit." Vizelle giggled, smiling as he gave his wish. "But very well, I'll assure the continued operation of your business." She cooed, unzipping Verner's pants, allowing him to grope her large breasts, as her gloved hands start to stroke his cock.
"Simple." She chuckles. "I allowed him to. He had help, though, from a psionic in a dark robe, a powerful man." Elena recalls the psionic from her vision, the man who would bind her to her new master.
"I didn't know you were a moralist." The slaver snorts. The young man moans out as she begins to jerk him off, precum readily emerging from his tip and making her hand slick. He squeezes and paws at her breasts, harder now, squeezing at her nipples. "Err, should I go?" Arnolf looks awkwardly at the scene in front of him.
"And you thought it appropriate and safe for a member of the council to be hipped like that?" Elena shook her head.
"Fufu. You can go, and do inform your men about changes in... management." Vizelle cooed as she keeps stroking Verner's cock. "But do remember the price of betraying me." Her yellows eyes glows ever so slightly, as her devious smile remind them of the horric images they saw if they disobey.
"I wasn't aware you were so sensitive, priestess." Dubernay chuckles. "Be assured that I was aware of your location and status the entire time. You were in little danger, if any, so I decided to let matters take care of themselves."
Arnolf nods silently, before standing and walking out. Verner grows rock hard in her hand, and he begins to suck on her nipples through the leotard. "Mistress... May I make you feel good?"
As they left, Vizelle licks her lips. "Fufu. Very well, my dear boy." She cooed, her nipples stiffening undernearth her leotard. She continued stroking his cock, while caress his hair.
He reaches out, beginning to pull the leotard away from her breasts. "I love this moment every time, mistress." He grins, as her breasts spill out.
"Mm. So do I." Vizelle moans, as her milky white breasts popped out of her leotard, "Continue doing a good job, and Mommy won't mind rewarding you more." She cooed, as she lightly tightens her grip on his cock while she jerks him off.
Vizelle feels her minion's cock twitch as she uses that particular word, and he nods. "Anything you want..." He begins to suckle on her breasts, knowing from experience how to touch her in ways that she'll enjoy, and she feels Verner grow more and more turned on as his mistress' arousal grows, his own pleasure inextricably tied to hers.
"I see." Elena said calmly. She pondered the entire matter for a moment, then decided to let it go. "Very well, thank you then, for your assistance. The man might be useful so, I will probably be aiding him now and then... as long as we have use of him." She paused. "Do keep an eye on him... especially when I am involved." With that, she left. She went to the emperor, for a new assignment.
“Thank you for the offer, I'd love to stay and meet your lovely daughters.” Eanne accepted with a nod and a smile, before focusing on the task at hand. “I do hope we can reach an arrangement that is... satisfactory, at least for most people – it would be too optimistic to think I could satisfy everyone...” She smirked for a moment, not looking away from the Duke. “Please, tell me what it is that you are hoping for in regards to taxes...”
