After reading through the resume, Pharros looked at Liza musingly, pretending to take off a pair of unexisting spectacles to get a better look. With a smile, he put the resume down and pushed forward the contract he wrote out so laboriously.<strong>"Pharros."</strong>the sorceror said, pointing at himself<strong>"If you find these terms acceptable, you are hired. And your rather interasting inclination will not be frowned upon, even encouraged." </strong><br/><br/>He leaned back again, the rock flying slowly around like a juggling ball roling along a jugglers arms and shoulders, watching Lisa with interest. He certainly liked her, a evil accomplise would be rather nice. Or atleast one with such deviant desires..<br/><br/>The contract's terms were - one year of binding service, room and board included, a slightly below average pay with a possibility of a raise for good service and no questions asked unless you fuck up badly enough to attract authorities, in which case, small text says, you will become the scapegoat. And a tiny thing about "being granted goddess's power for exeptional loyalty"..