Viloet smiled with relief at the thought of her new big friend coming to her aid if she was ever accosted on the streets. Magic was a powerful thing indeed. But it was still one of those unsolved mysteries of the world, like the mammaries of dragonborn or the reproductive process of mindflayers... Okay, so maybe it wasn't that mysterious, but the halfling lived a life of constant mishaps and misfortunes, and adding magic to the mix was like releasing a mimic into a warehouse.<br/><br/>So maybe it wasn't that bad, and maybe Grishka wasn't so bad either. One week. And hey, It might require a little getting used to, but Viloet never was one to judge other people too harshly. Still, it was the first time she ever saw herself getting... ravished in such a manner. Such an experience would scar a lesser woman's sense of honor and purity, but the halfling, now being given some time to digest it, was coming to terms with it quite well.<br/><br/>"...Sorry I, uh, acted that way before." She apologized, walking beside the maid out the manor, "It's... uh, just an illusion, right? So it's not real? And it feels good? To you, I mean- it feels good to you."<br/><br/>The halfling bit her lip, thinking of Grishka's explicit display of her own tiny body being so thoroughly violated. But she quickly had to assert whatever illusions of chastity she still retained, "I mean I could never understand how that would feel... good- not to say I'm- if it's pleasurable to you, then you should- What I mean is... Oh forget it."<br/><br/>No use thinking too much about it. This was merely a job. A very kinky one, not quite a concept new to the halfling, but still it had some unusual circumstances and provided for some rather unique... opportunities. Opportunities that she may not have a second chance to seize...<br/><br/>'The economy's getting pretty rough.' She thought to herself with a blank expression on her face, 'Two weeks. And that's final. No more changing your mind, Vilo... Two weeks.'<br/><br/>