Viloet recoiled her head from the mage at her first demonstration, still not entirely convinced.  An uneasy smile crept upon her lips for a moment and she inhaled deeply. Then her own form was assumed by the maid, prompting the halfling to widen her eyes and lean her head back, looking almost down her nose at Grishka.<br/><br/>Then there were tentacles. Unblinking, Viloet's jaw dropped and she shifted her head sideways just a few inches with the same wide-eyed stare. She was still staring dumbly at her now fully sized coworker when Terrance finished scrawling his note. She clutched at it with a look of horror on her face. Still in shock, she asked deadpan, "Can... she do that to me?" NO. No. No. That was not the right question to ask, she scolded herself, but it was now a little too late. It had been spoken, and could not be unspoken. This was all so suddenly... wrong.<br/><br/>And where to begin with how wrong it had become? For one, she took offense to the woman's depiction. Jealous wench. Two, she took offense to being raped by proxy...<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">by herself. </span>On principle. -Three, an enchantment upon clothing is one thing but the halfling was genuinely fearful of the prospect of her own body being the subject of some magical tinkering. Favors were one thing, but this was entirely another. This was<em>many</em>other things.<br/><br/>One week. And today's almost over. So.. six days. Four business days.<br/><br/>Maybe those displays are just<em>Grishka's</em>specialty, and perhaps Viloet's specialty will be just mundane things like giving him baths or pleasing him orally!<br/><br/>But if Grishka could do that... as well as turn into anyone at will, then what did he need Viloet for? What could she do that this mage could not...? Better question, what could he could to the halfling that he couldn't do to Grishka?<br/><br/>Maybe, with a person able to change her shape at will already working for him, he just really liked Viloet's personality. Odd... He may have been the first man to lust for her because of it. Most men were pretty much only giving her the time of day because of her body, except for Lyle. He was genuinely in love with Viloet! If only he hadn't been pursued by a relentless bounty hunter that would have only put her life in danger... she could be travelling alongside the bard today, having adventures! The halfling sighed at what could have been.<br/><br/>'Well... What the hells.' She thought with a sigh, 'It's just one week. This sort of thing probably doesn't even happen every day...'<br/><br/>Vilo thumbed the note tentatively in her hands, scrutinizing it's wording. When she was finished, the halfling gave her host a sweet, if somewhat facetious, smile "I guess I'll be off- now- then, master." She mumbled as she hastily put on her top and tried to lace it herself.... but it was all the way on her back. There was a reason she slept in the thing when she slept alone; putting it on and taking it off was half the effort. At a loss, she sighed and turned away from the noble and his maid, presenting her bare back and the unlaced top hanging from her shoulders.<br/><br/>Sometimes, Viloet didn't need to fake being helpless.