<b>Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, doom)</b><br/><br/>At first the room takes little notice of her return, it had already been made clear whom she was here to meet with. The roudy party continued and the drinking and laughing as well, until that is she began to peel off her clothing. It stopped everything cold, and the room went dead silent. Every eye was on her from that moment on, and you could have heard a pin drop.<br/><br/>The men began to breath heavily and some even had hands stroking themselves through their breaches. Some took slow droughts off mug to wet dry throates. Some simply stared in wide eyed facination as this white sorceress, a virgin, began to bear her body for them. Some did not believe what they were seeing and whispered (but clearly audible in the quiet) "Shes gonna do it..."<br/><br/>Somehow even the prostitutes stared at her with a mixture of jealousy and a hint of lust. In the dark corners, the shadows of the Dark Master's apprentices moved and whirled. A few of the men got close, so close she could smell their breath and see the shake in their hands, even watch them lear as her milky white flesh came into view.<br/><br/>"Shes blushing, look at how it makes her tits red."<br/><br/>"Her hair is red on her cunt too."<br/><br/>She heard all these and other more vulger comments about her body. As she crossed the shimmering curtain back into the protection of the illusion the Dark Master had changed as well. Now s/he appeared as a strange hybrid of a man and some kind of lizard.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"I must say I am impressed. I didn't think you would do it. Very well, then, I will offer the vow."</span>The lizard man produced a long document, written in the language of magic on yellow crinkly parchment. Even the ink seemed to glow. It read as he said it would, in a kind of magical legalese. She realized that there were no loopholes, that signing this document she was selling every part of herself for the next five long centuries. Instead of handing her a quill and inkwell, she is handed a straight pin and empty well.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"Prick you finger and bleed into the well, you muist sign in your own blood, after all..."</span>