Entering the lobby, she sees that it all looks clean and professional, a cheery looking young woman at the front desk. As Vizelle enters, she sees a professional looking woman exiting. As they pass each other, the woman stops. "May we help you?"
"That's what I'm for." She giggles, finger fucking Eanne's ass woth all three digits, and even adding a fourth. Meanwhile, her free hand snakes around to pinch Eanne's clit.
“Oooh... yes...” Eanne moaned in pleasure as Penelope worked. Her arousal was rising, but her maid still had quite a bit of work to do before making her cum a second time.
"Oh?" Vizelle hummed as she saw the professional looking woman. "As a matter of fact, I just think you can." She cooed, using her psionics to pry into the other woman's mind, and gently nudging the idea that the sorceress is her good friend to avoid suspicion. "You see, I've recently acquired some small companies. And I plan on expanding them. I heard this place has quite the reputation for those kinds of deals." She added.
"So tense... You really must see me before you reach this point, my lady." Penelope chides, before adding a fifth finger inside Eanne's ass, her finger fucking growing even faster, as do the fingers on the noble's clit.
“Oohhh...” Eanne moaned loudly. She was not used to having this many fingers inside her butt, and was a bit surprised they had fit, but she wasn't about to complain. Her ass getting finger-fucked combined with her clit getting teased by the maid led to the noblewoman's arousal growing fast. “Almost there... ah...” She moaned again, her pussy growing visibly wet and her peak approaching.
Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 48+20 (Telepathy Bonus)=68 Spoiler: Woman's Defence Roll D100:47+15 (Psionic blocker)=67 Reaching out, Vizelle feels her psionics affecting the woman's mind, and sees her icy expression light up as she recognises her 'friend'. "Vizelle! I'm so sorry, I didn't recognise you for some reason. I guess my workload is getting to me." She chuckles. "We can certainly accommodate you for that. Why don't we head up to my office and discuss it?" Vizelle knows that, though the woman now believes Vizelle to be her friend, she'll have to be careful with what she says. Without time to do proper memory implantation, anything that reminds the woman that she has no actual memories of Vizelle, could shake the brainwashing.
Penelope chuckles, speeding up her ministrations. As she feels Eanne lose control and orgasm, she leans forward to kiss the noblewoman.
“Mmmm!!!” Eanne let out a loud moan as she came a second time, barely managing to stop herself from falling down to her knees as the pleasure washed over her body. Her juices flowed down her naked legs.
Making their way up into the woman's office, Vizelle smiles. "Don't worry, we've all been there." She hummed, looking around the place to see if anyway looked out of place in a "normal trading office." Once they entered the seemingly important looking woman's office, the sorceress starts adding hints of psionic into her voice. "So then, as for my new companies. At the moment, we can supply workers for any type of jobs." Vizelle spoke, turning the idea of a "friend" into a "crush," and slowly morphing it into a "friends with benefits" type of deal.
Elena sat down and admired the festivities. "The people need proof of stability. The victory is proof of your competence, your majesty." She paused. "I probably will make a congratulatory speech. But you should use this occasion to address both soldiers - to thank them for their contributions, and the people - to ensure them of Empire's military's strength."
Penelope is on her in moments, using her tongue to clean her employer. Finally, after helping Eanne to her seat, Penelope bows. "Will that be all, my lady?" She smiles.
Heading up, she sees that it seems very normal, with professional looking people hurrying to and fro as they carry out their office work. The only thing that doesn't track is the look of the security guards, who are numerous, and obviously come from the street, with scars and tattoos that mark them out despite the elegant uniforms they wear. Spoiler: Vizelle's Telepathy Roll D100: 89+20=109 Spoiler: Businesswoman's Defence Roll D100: 91+15=106 Vizelle's new 'friend' leads her into a large and well decorated office space. Moving to alter her memories further is tough, due to a psionic blocker and a naturally keen intelligence, but Vizelle manages to do it, and quickly notes the results, as her target begins to look at her with subtle but perceptible lust. "I think I see what you're proposing. We might be able to find you something. It depends on the type of workers, though" She nods. "Err, sorry, I seem to have forgotten. What line of work were you in?" Vizelle sees that her target is trying to remember, and since those memories don't exist, it's causing confusion.
"Don't worry." He nods. "Each soldier and sailor will get the credit they deserve." He smiles and waves to the people. From her seat, Elena can see the capital stretched out for miles into the distance, people lining the streets and boulevards. "I-uh, am planning to use the festivities to announce something else, though. Sister Yannika of the Sacred Hearth has been freed from her oath to the church, and we're going to get married." He smiles brightly, as Yannika remembers her fellow council member, the other woman Ingrid tried to assassinate. "Of course, this wouldn't mean an end to your other duties." Carius smirks, as his hand subtly touches her thigh, just out of sight of the crowd and rest of the court. Strangely, as she's being touched, Elena spots something amidst the crowd, a flash of red. It lights up momentarily, before she loses sight of it.
(Those rolls man.) "Fufu. No need to be confused, I'm sure you've forgotten after our little "date." Vizelle giggled, sending an image of them laying on a bed, kissing each other, "My line of work is... quite vast. You can day I'm a "freelance" for government officials." The sorceress whispered, winking, implying she's a call girl. "As for the type of workers, they're former farmers, who've been hit hard due to famine, war, or both."
“Thank you, Penelope, that was just what I needed.” Eanne smiled at her maid after catching her breath. “Now, I think it's only fair that I return the favor. Where do you want it – in your pussy or in your ass?”
"Sorry." She sighs. "I must be a little more overworked than I thought." She chuckles. "Don't worry, I remember that date very well. Farmers will do for menial work, I suppose, though given the state of the slave market, I don't think we'll be able to give you much more than the standard rate. Menial labor is too easy to come by, you understand." The woman shifts admirably from lustful back to businesslike in her demeanor.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose, madam." Penelope protests, though her rejection is perhaps less than sincere. "If you insisted, my lady, perhaps both?"
"Fufu. That will do. And I sure am glad you remember our time together, despite your busy schedule." Vizelle grins, teasing the woman, sending more and more erotic images of their "date."
Eanne chuckled. “Oh, you are not imposing at all, my dear. And yes, I do insist. Now be a good girl and take off your clothes. I'll be with you in a moment.” The noblewoman went to her collection of sex toys and after some consideration chose two rather large strap-on dildos that could be attached one above the other, allowing her to fuck both of Penelope's holes at the same time. She also picked some lube. Making her way back to the waiting maid, she enjoyed the view of the naked Penelope. “Beautiful. Now get down on all four, ass toward me.” She instructed.
