Still trying to piece things together between what the little fairy had said, and how Parne had answered her.  Glamored? Could he have done that to her?  She really wasn't sure, but there was no way to really tell she guessed.  That sat ill with her and she resolved to pay a bit more attention to that possibility.<br/><br/>"He pays! He pays!" The chieftan cried and from all around them small voices cheered, leaving no doubt that there had to be many, many of the small faes within the growth around them. "Since you and your pet are in such a hurry, we will not waste your time and collect right here."  The little face seemed to grow more predatory as she gathered herself and launched into the air, whistling sharp tweets of sound.  From behind Tara roughtly a dozen of the little monsters burst from the bushes and flew at Tara, pushing her down to the ground  and held her there.<br/><br/>Her head whipped around at the sound, but the swarm was on her immediately, much stronger than she would've ever guessed.  It was like a four hundred pound man just sat on her. She started to cry out but somehow a leaf became glued across her lips, unable to be moved. She struggled, her breasts thrusting upwards the tiniest bit, as inch by inch she moved less as they shifted and locked her down.  Her blue eyes flashed back and forth between Parne and the evil little bug queen.<br/><br/>"Pfft!"  the little chieftan said as she hovered over Tara's body, an undeniable smirk as she looked over the human's attributes.  A sound of disdain burst from her, "Everything is so big and squishy on them!  Such silly sidhe to keep taking them for your amusement.  There are other pleasures to be had."  Her wings blurring as she flew over to Parne she whistled again and over thirty of the tiny creatures appeared, some armed with spears and bows.  "How hard will you make this Sidhe?  We do indeed want all three to pay for your travel!"  She grinned hugely, the sharp pointed teeth all too clear in her over large mouth.  "Will you disrobe or shall we tear your garments from you!"  Whistling once a small brown fairy dove in, long clawed hands slashing out across Parne's chest and tearing three long cuts in his clothing.  "Well which is it to be Sidhe?"