<i><div style="text-align: center">((Aaah, finally some time to sit down and write.))​</div></i><br/><br/>As the unutterably, stupendously expensive carriage bumbled along the main avenue leading to the Barons “modest” abode resting at the top of the constant incline that the castle lay on, it became quite evident that Baron Schwarzhand had a thing for tinkering:<br/>To both sides, mighty workshops blocked the view, employing a bee-hive of zealous engineers skittering from post to post, arguing over technical tid-bits and bending the laws of nature to their own wicked needs. Steam and smoke bellowed forth from within, swathing the entire area in lumps of misty fog occasionally obscuring ones sight. Mechanical constructions unlike anything she’d ever seen presented themselves – some in progress, others looking ready to be awoken at a command.<br/><br/>This wasn’t just a castle. It was a damn factory.<br/><br/>And it produced mechanical monsters all owned by the dark man sitting just a legs-width from her.<br/><br/>And he even had the nerve to look ever-unimpressed by the scenery passing by.<br/><br/>Self-importance aside, Bahiyya crooned gently when Tamaskas hands began a delicate dance across the sensitive flesh of her shapely feet. She really swamped into the role as a pampered victim, her shoulders grinding mildly against the luxurious fabric of her seat.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Yeas, ‘bout the whole business. Boss, uh.. now that we gots what we came for – or atleast one of ‘em..</b></span>” – Emberspike asked, presumably implying at Tamaska and in that comment, insinuating she wasn’t the only “target” – “<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>..you want us t’get on with the plans then?</b></span>”<br/><br/>The Baron snapped out of it – or, he should have snapped out of it, weren’t it because of his inhuman air of mythological detachment effectively slaughtered any pretence of normality – and glanced to the demonic imp in disguise before speaking:<br/><br/>“<b>It depends entirely on the quality of our capture, Mr. Emberspike. While this lady here has so far exceeded –your- expectations..</b>” – The baron deftly commented, applying a pressure on “your” and firmly underlining the difference between his demand of quality compared to theirs.. “<b>- I cannot afford to judge lightly. But, she is deemed fit for the maiden steps to our fruition. I’ve not to remind you of what to do, do I?</b>” he added with the first, very faint hint of sadistic enjoyment in his position of power.<br/><br/>It didn’t sail over Emberspikes head, causing the goblin to – at first – squirm in his seat before shaking his head enthusiastically:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>O’course not, boss, I’m as right as rain, got it all sorted out.</b></span>”<br/><br/>Bahiyya wasn’t paying too much attention – in fact, Tamaska instinctively knew that she was the least attentive of the trio, presumably focusing far more on the present than on any great future plans.<br/>The sultry woman droned a melodic murr of approval when the daring trolless galvanized the nerve endings across the flesh of her knee. Thoughtlessly – or maybe quite by fault - her nigh-perfect legs uncurled from their cross and spread just slightly. The trolless was striking a proper cord – and she felt the pressure was off her shoulders, giving her a precious opportunity to decide whether she was to take this further than just loving subservient nibbling at knees; based on the indifferent reaction from the Baron atop the deck of the Catharsis when she sat covered in man-goo, and that of Emberspike, who knew what reaction she’d garner if she dared venture further down this physical path.<br/><br/>The succubus put her nastily seductive green eyes on her pet, speaking through a thick, honey-coated voice:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Oh, doll, you’re much more useful than you might think. The Baron – and we – have plenty of uses for a temptress. First however, we’ll have to practise a few things with you, to make sure you fit our needs juuuust swimmingly. You have some odd kinks we need to sort out, annnd some techniques you could sharpen up a bit, love-toy.</span>”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>O’course, the needs of the Baron comes ahead, -right-?</b></span>” Emberspike redundantly added on the side-lines, giving his compatriot a stern glare.<br/><br/>She pouted theatrically at the goblin, sighing dramatically to underline a bit of mockery:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Yes, of course, "dearest"…</span>”<br/><br/>The succubus peered down at Tamaska with a burning, needy glance suggesting a wish for her own physical rapture; And oh, she was growing impatient, the “poor” thing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>