As the Night set in, the whole room transformed--what had been abandoned and dark was now well lit and clean.  Faceless revelers wearing long robes that covered the floor and tall masks that were twice the height of their head faded into view.<br/><br/>Their eyes were glowing golden under their masks.<br/><br/>With a loud pop, a man as old and creased as the trees popped into view.  All the gathered people look at him and gasped inhuman hasps.<br/><br/><strong>"Well well well,"</strong>he mused,<strong>"we've got a Paladin's Guardian Spirit practically offering herself to me!"</strong><br/><br/>The gathered revelers were holding fans now, and they fanned themselves and drank from small cups of wine.  There was a rattling of dice and now they were all rolling.<br/><br/>The old man sat, cross legged, across from Harlan with Delphine in between them.  His eyes glowed with something unnatural.  Even though he was a human, his life was extended by something no human could fairly gain.  His soul was a mad and burning thing, tugging at his disgusting frame.  He chuckled, revealing an almost toothless grin.<br/><br/>He was sitting now, she realized, on an altar--not just<em>an </em>altar but<em>the </em>altar--to either side of him were two giant jugs of wine.<br/><br/><strong>"Come, come, Guardian Spirit!  We know you cannot break contract.  And my guests, they are so thirsty.  So before we fuck,"</strong>he punctuated the statement with a slap on the altar,<strong>"hows about a proposition?  If you can drink both these jugs of Demon Wine, I'll give you a little gift--but otherwise," </strong>all the eyes in the audience turned from gold to red.<br/><br/>He uncrossed his legs and rose to his feet.  With a flick of his wrist a winding wooden cane as creased as he was emerged from up the sleeve of his robes.  He shuffled over to her and, without ceremony, groped her right breast.  He looked up at her and licked his lips as he did so.<br/><br/><strong>"Otherwise,"</strong>he said with a pinch of her nipple through the sheer fabric,<strong>"they'll have two full jugs of Guardian Milk--and I don't intend to wait until after we're done drawing it to fuck you."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Absorption </strong>would allow her to take on the powers of the Demon Wine and emerge triumphant, and potentially grant her a new boon for doing so.  But it was a risk that could entail her being drained, painfully and at length, of even more energy--humiliatingly straight from her tits!<br/><br/>Either way, her successful<strong>Seduction </strong>on the old man drove him into revealing himself.  Under his robes a massive tent was pitched.  He clearly wanted to fuck her, deal or no, and that would take up some energy as well!<br/><br/>Behind her there was a bit of energy in Harlan as he somehow snored through all this.  That energy could be useful to 'extend' the playtime, if she was willing to drain her own charge of his energy for such lewd endeavors...