[Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=110427)]<br/><br/>"Continue?!" Selariel hisses in dismay. She felt her debt of gratitude to him was more than repaid and she was not willing to stay here and be his sex slave for the entire day. Unfortunately she has no wish either to run afoul of the authorities and thus she can do nothing but do as she is told and close the door behind her.<br/><br/>The room is dark and musty. However, to her great delight she finds her clothing and gear on a shelf in the room on top of a few towels. Quickly the elfin sorceress uses the towels to wipe the semen off her sleek, supple body before getting dressed in her clothing. She pulls on her skimpy black thong, then carefully rolls her black thigh-high stockings up her long, sculpted legs. The top of her outfit is little more than a long red sash decorated with gold trim. She hangs it from the back of her throat and crosses the strip of cloth over her collarbone, allowing it to drape down and cover her breasts, then finally ties it in a neat bow knot behind her back; this keeps her decent, but only barely, for it also exposes the undersides of her tits and her cleavage is left completely uncovered. Finally, the sorceress pulls on her red loincloth, two narrow panels of cloth connected by a thin belt and similarly decorated with gold thread patterns. Behind, the garment reaches all the way to her calves but is narrow enough that it leaves the seductive curve of her asscheeks half-exposed. In front, it only reaches to knee-length and not only does it completely bare her stocking-clad legs, the slightest careless movement would allow a perverted onlooker to catch a glimpse of her thong. Last of all, she pulls on long gloves of red silk that rise to midway between her elbows and shoulders, and slips on her knee-high, red leather boots. The costume is more than a little revealing and Selariel had felt terribly embarrassed when she first put it on, but her body had to be sufficiently exposed to cast her spells. She has learnt some lessons after her first attempt at magic while wearing shorts resulted in the too-tight garment splitting at the seams, and even now she could hear the cruel laughter of the village boys echoing in her ears.<br/><br/>Checking that she is modest one last time, the scantily-clad sorceress pulls open the curtains covering the window at the end of the room and looks out warily. Perhaps she can climb out of the window and hide on a ledge or better yet, climb down to street level and escape.