As Ashran would soon find out, Lady took orders well.  Following along with his first instruction, she headed in towards the stream from where she stood, stepping around trees and getting into the cover of the shielding underbrush before changing her course.  She didn't seem to give a reaction either way as he fed her a line about 'preparing' her for the inevitable 'humiliations' she could expect to face while under the tender care of the Purple Dragons, but as he began to undo his clothes, she anticipated his desires and gave the mental command to shrink back her own helmet, the metal 'oozing' back and away from her head like a liquid.<br/><br/>At that, Lady's face was revealed.  And she was unexpectedly good-looking, for someone who had been wearing such a large suit of armor.  She didn't quite conform to classical definitions of beauty, (little details that hinted at a harsher life got in the way here and there, things like a scar on one cheek, or some signs that her nose had been broken once in the past and had gradually healed,) but the classical definition was overrated, anyway.  With pale, snow-white skin and long, bright white hair now clearly revealed, she was beautiful in a more exotic way, the skin tone in particular making her look like some larger-than-life porcelain doll, a mysterious and lovely object from a foreign land.<br/><br/>Though, admittedly, this particular doll was chipped in a few places, as the wizard might have cause to find out at some point...<br/><br/>Lady's face did not have a pleased expression upon it.  Even conditioned to obey as she was, the form of control that Ashran was using was too much of a blunt instrument, too unsubtle, to avoid showing.  The scrawny, boney wizard did not conform to the warrior's taste in men, he was far too thin and frail, lacked the power and the physical presence in those that she preferred to have dominating her.  Perhaps he would have been satisfactory as a partner if she were the one giving him the commands, exerting her authority over him and forcing him to submit to her every whim, but given that the thought hadn't even crossed her mind while she had still been in charge...  Well, the displeased look on her face as she knelt down before him was a clear enough sign about how she felt.<br/><br/>At first, she followed his instructions clearly.  Elbows and knees...  Given that her thighs were longer than her upper arms, that left her butt sticking up in the air, and her head, tilted upward, was well-placed to gain a decent look at the underside of his length.  In order to carry out his orders, she had to raise up onto her hands, and, blushing a deep red, she began to 'worship' as he commanded, placing a kiss upon the tip of his length, just to start.<br/><br/>She alternated between the three actions he had commanded her to perform, long licks and short ones, kisses, nuzzling right up against that warm, rapidly-hardening flesh...  All just as her new master commanded.