Curse Cleansing Clinic Part 1 (TFMC) (Patreon)

Hey folks!

I hope all is well out there. As usual, I'm writing away on this side of things, though I'm also getting set up for the tier changes coming towards the end of the month. I'll be sending out messages when it's time to switch over, so people with commission tiers keep an eye on your inboxes if you're interested in holding on to your slot (and if problems arise, don't hesitate to contact me and we'll see about working stuff out).

In the meantime, have a safe August, and enjoy part one of this story of our ever unfortunate adventurer friends, Tanya the Paladin and Elora the Sorceress! I'm sure this time things will go better for them...

I'll see you all next week!

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“This is ridiculous.”

“Of course it’s not. Why do you always get so fussy about these things?”

“Because they’re ridiculous!” Tanya banged her tankard against the counter, drawing a collection of surprised glances from around the bustling tavern, and an annoyed glare from the tavernkeeper. “And an insult. I’d get regular check-ups for, you know, shape shifters and the like, fine, that’s practical. But the insinuation…”

Elora gave her friend a patronising sigh over the top of her honey mead, taking a swig only when she was totally sure that Tanya had been properly annoyed. “What, the insinuation that we’re adventurers?”

The blonde grumbled, shifting in her armour uncomfortably. “The insinuation that we’re bad adventurers. That we’re failures! Or worse, that we’re stupid.”

The red headed elf squinted at her friend. “Okay, explain that one to me.”

“Well I think I’d know if I’d been magically turned into a horse or something, El.”

“Oh come on.” The Sorceress swivelled on her stool to lean against the bar. Said action also allowed her to show off how nice her chest was in her new red dress to a passing waitress, which was surely an act of mere chance. “Don’t you remember last month’s Lion’s Stand? That goblin, with his wand?”

Tanya remained hunched at the bar, glaring at her drink. “I remember that I blocked his spell and broke his wand in two.”

“Yes, but if you hadn’t blocked then I think you’d be pretty grateful that our guild offers detransformation services free of charge!” El flicked her hair back, letting the obviously correct-ness of her position do all the arguing for her. This was a common elven tactic.

And naturally, it did not work. “But I did block it,” Tay pointed out, giving her friend a flat look. “And that’s not the point! Detransformation is a perfectly good service when it’s needed, but I fail to see any reason why we have to endure these mandatory examinations twice a year! They’re so invasive…”

“But if you hadn’t blocked it,” the elf explained slowly, which was, again, another common elven tactic and she really didn’t understand why non-elves seemed so resistant to it, “then whatever you ended up as probably wouldn’t know she’d been transformed!” She paused, considering, before taking another swig. “Or that it had been transformed. I think the little creep was using one of those sex toy rods from Glaphica.”

“If I hadn’t blocked it,” the Paladin grumbled, “then I would have been very embarrassed when the reclamation team came and turned me back at the end of the month. And so would you, because I know for a fact that if I go down you’re not lasting much longer either.” She took a drink and ignored her friend’s scandalised gasp. “And that’d be that.”

“Yeah, sure, if the reclamation team found us,” El snorted. “You know I heard they never even looked for Kalia and her crew. Rec insurance is the biggest scam ever.”

“Kalia went off to fight a dragon in his lair.” Now Tanya was the one giving her friend a pitying look. “They’re either a pile of ashes by now, or they’re a part of a dragon’s horde, and those are both under different guild policies.”

The elf waved her free hand. “What makes dragon stuff different from any other kind of horrific death or transformation?”

Tay shrugged, her armour clinking quietly. “Politics, mostly.”

“Psh, sure.” Elora returned to her drink. “That’s what the guild wants us to believe, anyway.”

“El.”

“Fine, fine.” She set her tankard down and turned to her friend fully. “Tch. Why are you all happy to support the guild policies for that stuff, but all fussy when they want a medical check-up? Normally you’re all about this kind of stuff.”

Tanya blinked. “What stuff?”

“Y’know.” El made a fuzzy motion in the air with her fingers. “Boring appointments and paperwork and stuff.”

“I am not!” Tay’s cheeks flushed red, and she hid her face with another swig from her tankard. “And those are different. These stupid alchemist appointments are so gruelling and unnecessary. Last time they almost booked me in for a full exam because I couldn’t remember the name of your last girlfriend. They’re ridiculous!”

“Her name was Tabitha, for the record, but frankly I think you’d already gotten on the alchemist’s bad side by then,” The redhead thought back. “You did punch her in the face.”

The blonde coughed uncomfortably into her drink. “H-Her hands were cold…”

“Uuuh-huh.” El returned to leaning against the bar – this time sending the waitress a wink as she walked past. “You know I’m starting to think you have some underlying issues here Tay.”

“…” Okay, being reminded of how that particular appointment had gone did make it sound like she had a problem. “Almost lost my license over that one,” the paladin muttered. “… I don’t know, El. I mean… I guess you’re kind of right. Kind of. But I- Stop that.”

The elf, who was currently standing on the bar counter, fists raised over her head in victory, looked down at her. “Stop what?”

The blonde pulled on her friend’s dress. “Get down before you get us kicked out. I’m going to need somewhere to drink after my appointment and the next nearest bar is three villages away.”

“Fine, fine.” Elora hopped down, displaying all the grace and dignity her kind were known for as she somehow made dropping back into her seat look like a perfectly executed gymnastic routine. Coincidentally, yes, that waitress was passing by again. “I’m just so unused to you admitting I was right.”

“Well I’m unused to you being right, so that makes two of us,” The paladin shot back. “Besides, I said kind of.”

“Good enough for me!” Yep, the elf was just going to be unbearable for a while now. “But anyway – you were having a revelation about why you’re so weird with these appointments?”

Tay glared, but couldn’t really think of a way to deny it. “… I was about to say, before you interrupted,” she grumbled instead, “that I suppose I just find it… insulting. To my abilities. I’m a paladin. My goddess charged me with the duty of protecting others, and blessed me with the power to do so. Making me go to these stupid appointments just… It feels like they don’t think I can handle the job.”

“Oh Tay…” El reached out, clapping a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “It’s not like that. They’re just mandatory check-ups, it’s nothing personal.”

The paladin’s look turned dark. “They’re not mandatory for everyone.”

Which was true. Only adventurers who were deemed ‘at risk’ from transformation magics were made to attend these inspections this often. A designation that both women had been marked with since their early days in the guild.

El didn’t really mind, personally. She shrugged. “Yeah, well, Kalia probably wishes they were.”

Also a fair point. Tanya sighed. “I don’t know. I just feel like… Sure, we had some trouble when we were rookies, but now it feels like we’ve got a black mark on our records for life. It bothers me.”

That got a perfectly sculpted raised eyebrow. “Aren’t you the one who’s always saying that it doesn’t matter what our records say, as long as justice is done?”

The blonde paused, and then shot her friend an annoyed look. “I thought you weren’t listening when I said that.”

“Oh I wasn’t, but you repeat yourself a lot.” The sorceress shrugged, before waving her tankard in the general direction of the clock on the wall. “Anyway, time to quit moping – your turn’s up. Behave yourself in there. I don’t want to be the well behaved one until your prohibition period is up again. It sucks.”

Grumbling, Tay finished her drink and rose to her feet. “No promises.”

…

“Welcome, welcome.” Doctor Sandra Adelwine was adjusting a couple of magical looking devices on her desk when Tanya entered behind her. “Take a seat! I’m sorry to start so distracted – my last patient messed up a few of my arrays on their way through, but I’m sure there won’t be any difficulties with-” She turned. Instantly, her face fell. “Oh. It’s you.”

The paladin had the grace to blush. “H-hi, Doc…” She waved as she stepped in and shut the door behind her.

“It’s been half a year already, hm?” Doctor Adelwine sighed. She was a tall woman, for a human, with long raven black hair tied in a loose ponytail over her shoulder. She turned back to her desk. “Alright. Get into the spell circle. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

The blonde nodded, stepping forward-

“And leave your armour over by the door,” the Alchemist added over her shoulder. “I thought you’d know by now that it’s just going to get in the way.”

“Ah…” Tay paused, half a step away from the middle of the massive circle of runes engraved into the floor. “I was hoping we could do the quick scan version this time…?”

“Oh no.” The dark haired woman pulled open a draw in her desk and retrieved a pair of purple rune inscribed black gloves, drawing them onto her hands with a pair of snaps. “High risk adventurers like you get a full examination. No excuses.”

The paladin did her best not to groan, simply closing her eyes as her shoulder slumped, and she turned to do as she was told. “Very well. You’re the Doctor here.”

“Yes, I am.” Adelwine adjusted her white jacket, finally done with whatever she was doing on her desk and turning to face her patient. “And I am not, I should note, a punching bag.”

“… I said sorry for that,” Tanya muttered, grunting as she unclasped her breastplate and letting it slide off.

“Mmmm. Well, I can let bygones be bygones. But hurry up. Neither of us wants this to last any longer than it has to.”

“Waaaay ahead of you.” Tay slid her leggings off, and dumped them on top of the small pile of silver armour in the corner, leaving her dressed in a light blue tunic and shorts. Finally free of all that weight, she practically jumped back into the circle of runes, one hand rising to rest on her hip. “Let’s get this over with, right?”

“Very well.” The Doctor pressed a few buttons on the device on her desk, and around the room, four purple crystals lit up. A shimmering field of energy linked up between them, centring itself around the uncomfortable paladin in the middle. “Let’s begin.”

The blonde peered at the display curiously. “What do those fancy lights even do, anyway? I could never work that out.”

“Would you like me to spend a few hours educating you on magical theory, or do you want this over and done with?”

“… Option two.”

“Good.” The dark haired alchemist stepped behind her patient and raised her gloved hands, glowing purple light gathering in her palms. “Then do something with your hair, it’s going to get in the way.”

Tanya sighed, brushing her hands back over her shoulders and gathering up her normally loose hair. “What do you want me to do with it, hold it up all exam?”

“Just put it in a tidier style.” Adelwine’s voice was stern, raising her hands and sliding them up the blonde’s neck, keeping about an inch away from skin contact as she let the intense purple light wash over her patient. “Maybe focus on that instead of what I’m doing.”

It was as good an idea as any. Hopefully having something to do with her hands would help her… not make them into fists. Ugh, why was she so twitchy about all this? It was a perfectly normal examination. Everything was- Eep!

“Please try not to twitch so much,” the Doctor muttered, her gloves rising up to hover by the sides of Tanya’s head, their quiet buzz filling her ears. “Hold still, or the scan might not take and we’ll have to do this again.”

“I’ll do my best,” the blonde answered through gritted teeth. This part always felt weird, as the alchemist began her deep scan, her magic delving deep into Tanya’s essence. It was incredibly invasive, and the discomfort matched that.

Adelwine could clearly tell, since she chose this moment to do another lecture. “You know why we do this, right Tanya? Curses and magics are sticky. They can build up in someone’s system. I once saw a case where one unlucky adventurer quested for years without getting a check-up. He was fine until he trekked through one enchanted glade too many. Ended up half dryad, half kobold, half mermaid. Very awkward to treat.

The paladin fought the urge to shudder. “Isn’t that too many-?”

“Yes. Yes it is. So maybe you see why these inspections are so important.”

“I already understand that,” Tanya grumbled. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

The Doctor seemed to accept that. “Very well. Now, I’m going to ask you some basic questions. Answer them truthfully.”

Oh forces, she hated this part.

“We’ll start simple. What’s your name?”

Okay. Just be honest. “Tanya Anastasia Vales.”

“Date of Birth?”

“First quarter moon of summer, 53rd cycle of AR.”

“Hmm. You look quite good for your age.”

“Thank you. But that’s not a question.”

“Race?”

“Aelund Human.”

“And profession?”

“Paladin of the light, 7 years registered with the Adventurer’s Guild.”

The questions came rapid fire, and the answers were almost as quick. Tanya did her best not to squirm as she felt the magics the Doctor was using scanning her mind and locating the parts that activated while she spoke. How her brain worked wasn’t an area she knew much about, but apparently this kind of scan could tell if she was lying whether she knew it or not by checking which parts of her were answering.

“Very good. That will handle the basics. Now…”

The purple light flared brightly, and the paladin’s eye twitched as she felt a strange popping sensation in her head, sort of like those strange fizzing sweets she’d tasted over in Nurerah. A grunt of discomfort slipped through her lips despite the fact that it wasn’t an altogether uncomfortable sensation, and her mind raced as she tried to work out what part of the process this was. “What’s-?”

“Shhhh.” The Doctor smoothed her, her hands still waving around the blonde’s head. “All perfectly normal.”

“Buh… But I don’t remember…”

Pop!

“Ooohh…” Another fizzy sensation bubbled in Tanya’s head, and her question vanished in the foam. Her eyes crossed for a moment as a strange dizziness overtook her.

“Do you not?” The Doctor sounded gently curious. “Interesting. You’ve certainly felt it numerous times by now. I suppose that means my memory erasure charm is working nicely then.”

“Muh… Memory…?” Pop! “Ooohhhh~”

“Oh yes. It wouldn’t do for you to remember the real reason why you punched me, after all.” Adelwine chuckled, something other than restrained irritation finally entering her voice. “You cost me a lot of money with that one.”

“I… Wha…?” Tay was confused. And not just about what the Doctor was talking about. A heavy fog of disorientation had descended over her mind, shrouding even the most basic things from her. Where was she? What was happening? Who was this woman? Why were they-

Pop! Pop! Pop!

… Wha… What had she just been thinking again…?

“Just relax, dear. I’ve learned to start tweaking your mind before I start work on your body. You’ve a frightening amount of willpower on you when you’re not handled right.” Gentle fingers stroked the blonde’s smooth hair, and beneath them the paladin felt another cluster of thoughts burst into mindless foam. “But don’t worry. I’d never let you escape my stable that easily. You’re one of my most popular girls after all. I’ve made sure of that.”

“You… I’m… What are you…?” Pop!

“Please keep resisting, by the way,” the Doctor continued. “It makes it so easy to melt those parts of your mind first. You see, curse removal is a wonderful service, but it doesn’t pay the bills. You know what does? Renting out a bunch of idiot adventurers who’ve cursed themselves into any shape you like to anyone willing to pay.”

By this point, there wasn’t a drop of understanding left in the paladin’s head – just a wash of bubbly thoughtlessness. Her shoulders had slumped at some point, her eyes fully glazed, and a small trickle of drool was starting to make its way down her chin.

Not that the good Doctor was going to let that sort of thing get in the way of her rant. “I really am grateful to you idiots, you know. Transforming normal people takes so much effort and magic, it’s just not feasible for a long term business. But you adventurers go out and get yourselves cursed for free! And once someone’s been transformed once, it’s so much easier to do a second time. Even easier if you can use those sticky magics I was talking about on the way. Take you, for example. I can see just from a basic scan that you’ve spent some time at Mother Moriene’s farm in the past few months. Let’s just empower that magic a touch, and…”

Her right hand moved away from Tanya’s head, gliding down to her chest, the purple light in her palm flaring once more. And as it did, the blonde’s bust began to grow, ancient magics that had laid dormant within her coming back to the fore. The process didn’t take long, her breasts swelling out beneath her loose blue tunic in seconds – and when it was done, the tunic wasn’t loose anymore, straining to contain breasts that had tripled in size in mere moments.

“There. What did I say? Transformed once, and it’s so much easier to do a second time.” Adelwine giggled, her hand squeezing the paladin’s new soft, bouncy flesh, and drawing a dazed moan from the blonde’s lips. “I wonder how you got away from Moriene, in the end. I know she’d hate to lose a good milker like you. But then you do tend to make yourself a pain in the rear for anyone you hang around with too long. Oh, speaking of!”

Her hand descended again, arm stretching as her left palm stayed next to Tanya’s head, just in case. This time, the target was the paladin’s rear.

“Ohooo~” The Doctor’s smile widened. “Now what’s this? Oh my dear, have you been adventuring in the tunnels of Anderath? I think those goblins worked some of their magic on you. How perfect, this is exactly what I needed from you.” Her hand closed in and squeezed Tay’s behind through her shorts. “Now let’s help it past that annoying resistance of yours…”

Magic flashed, and the blonde groaned again as she felt an unfamiliar heat suddenly blossom in her hips. A green glow sparkled around her, goblin magic long denied now free to run wild and pouring into her. It was a wonderful feeling, though she wasn’t really aware enough to properly acknowledge it. Her hips and thighs expanding outwards with tingly bursts of pleasure, swelling out so much that they put her new chest to shame. Her shorts tried, briefly, to keep her contained, only to rip apart from seam to stitch, falling to the floor in tatters as she became an incredibly bottom heavy hourglass.

“Wonderful,” Adelwine giggled again, slapping that fine new ass as it finished growing and getting a confused yelp in response. “You’ve been rented by a noble who wants a nice bit of arm candy for the week. A well-bred woman with some good childbearing hips is a must. You’ll look right at home to any balls he decides to take you to. Heh, and if he wants to keep you for longer, I’ll make sure the extension rate is reasonable~ But you’re not quite ready yet…”

Making sure to keep her left hand level with her captive’s head, not wanting to risk interrupting the mental portion of her ritual – that was how she’d gotten punched all those years ago – she reached out to her desk and grabbed a small reagent pouch she’d prepared earlier. Then, with practiced dexterous fingers, she pulled open the ties holding it closed, and reached within, gathering up a pinch of the glittering dust that was held within.

“Now… Be a good girl,” the Doctor said, raising that pinch of dust up over Tanya’s head, “and think of the haughtiest woman you know. Get in the spirit of your new self…”

And gently, she began to sprinkle the dust down on the unsuspecting paladin. A paladin who was, just as she’d been told, thinking of the haughtiest woman that she knew. Thinking of expensive dresses, of flirty pickup lines, of a complete absence of personal boundaries, of complete lack of restraint with firepower… And of course, most of all, of…

“Oooohhh…” Tanya sighed as her body stretched upwards, her legs growing longer as her spine lengthened and strengthened. Her skin became softer, smoother, more ethereal when caught under the light of the moon. Even the features on her face shifted, her eyes , her nose shrinking just a touch while her lips grew inversely fatter. And as a capstone to the change the tips of her ears pulled outwards into delicate points…

“An elf, hm? That’s what you think of?” Adelwine grinned as she lowered her enchantment dust. “I thought that might do the trick. How lucky – elves fetch a high price. I’ll have to remember that turning you into one is so easy. Just a touch of fairy imagination powder… But I’m getting ahead of myself. You’re not done yet. Tell me, girl – what do you think of commoners?”

The blonde blinked, her synapses finally allowed to fire once more as the light smothering her thoughts eased up a touch. “C-commoners…? I.. They’re normal people, right…?”

The Doctor tutted. “Oh, that will never do,” she said, turning her captive’s mind off again. “Far too plain and accepting. We need a proper piece of arm candy here, not a philanthropist. Smug, snooty, and simple. But don’t worry, I have a touch of dragon’s gold here…”

She reached over to her desk, sliding out a hidden drawer from beneath it, and reached in to pull out a single golden coin that was about half the size of her palm. Carefully, making sure no part of it touched her own bare skin, she carried it over to slide it into Tanya’s empty hand.

“Now you just hold this for… Mmm, let’s give it five minutes to cook. That should handle that altruistic streak of yours. And as for your ego, let’s give you this little treat I confiscated from a mischievous pixie down in the market place…” She placed a golden hand mirror, its frame lined with sparkling gems, into the paladin’s other hand, adjusting it so that the blonde was staring at her own blank face. “Really fine craftsmanship, but she should have known better than to sell cursed merchandise in the city without a guild permit.”

The Doctor paused, reminiscing for a moment, before shaking her head. “Where was I? Oh yes. That should handle snooty and smug, but I really shouldn’t ignore simple. You don’t seem that bright, dear, but there’s always room to dim you down a little. What do I have for that… Ah! Of course.”

Reaching out with her foot – because she still refused to stop monitoring the paladin’s mind and mushing her attempts at thoughts for an instant – she snagged one of the handles on her filing cabinet with her toes, and yanked the drawer over to her. It hit the floor with a small crash, scattering its contents – a dozen half-bound files and a collection of jewellery – across the floor. The Doctor grumbled and rolled her eyes, but continued fishing with her foot, finally snagging a golden tiara with a clear gem embedded in its centre and picking it up.

“I’m afraid, Tanya,” she said with a smirk as she placed the tiara on the blonde’s brow, “that your intellect is being repossessed by the guild. Doctor’s orders. Don’t worry, we’ll keep it safe in this mind-theft gem until we’re ready to return it. And I won’t leave it on you too long – I need you ditzy, not flat out dumb.”

Already, the gem in the tiara was starting to glow with pink light, and the paladin’s eyes were starting the glaze. The small last flickers of her resistance, already weak, were quickly snuffed and drawn out of her mind, into the bejewelled depths of the crystal. And finally, Adelwine felt confident enough in her captive’s entrancement to release her left hand. She stood back, watching for a moment just in case the paladin somehow managed to rally, but no. This time she was firmly under.

“Good. Now, some finishing touches while your head is all soft…” She pulled a stylish marker pen from her pocket, pulling off the lid to reveal a dark tip that sparkled with magic. “Let’s do something about that name of yours. ‘Tanya Vales’ doesn’t ring with nobility, does it? You need something with far more syllables. Luckily that big ass of yours gives my Edit pen here plenty of room to work with. How about…”

She bent down and pressed her pen against the small of Tanya’s back, starting to write, soon scrawling a trail of black ink from one hip to the other. The words written on her flesh sparkled, before sinking in, settling into the blonde’s flesh like they’d been set by a tattoo artist. ‘Marala Breezeburg Flowerchild Von Elsapeth Graces’ glittered against her skin in flowing script for a moment, before solidifying.

“There. Much better. Now, that should be enough of these…” She plucked the tiara off of the blonde’s head, inspecting the now quite hearty pink tint in the gem, before slipping it away. She also grabbed the mirror – getting a disappointed coo from her captive’s lips – and forced the gold coin out of the woman’s surprisingly strong grip.

“What did you think of commoners again, dear?” She asked, inspecting the cursed items casually to make sure they didn’t need charging.

“Commoners?” There was a lofty heft to Tanya’s voice this time as she answered. “Those filthy rats had best know their place in the world, or else be shown it under my heel. The only people who merit my attention are the ones with the money to pay for it. Ohohohohoho~”

“Oh my.” Adelwine grinned. The curse of draconic greed and the mirror of vanity had certainly warped her charge. This was even better than she’d expected! “That sounds right. Very well then, let’s wake you back up gently…” She reached up and tapped a purple lit finger against the blonde’s brow. “Now, just answer these questions for me. What is your name?”

Tanya blinked, her head swaying as her mind slowly started to come back on line. What was her name? Oh, that was easy.

“Marala Breezeburg Flowerchild Von Elsapeth Graces,” she answered with an unthinking sigh, before adding a respectful “but do call me Mara, Doctor.”

Adelwine nodded. Good, good, the edit had taken. Now to see if everything had come together. If it had, the woman in front of her should have a completely different notion of her own history. “Date of birth?”

“Ah, it’s impolite to ask that of a lady~” The blonde giggled. “And hard to recall, too. But I believe it was… Third quarter moon of winter, 24th cycle of GK.”

Over two centuries ago. That was a good sign. “You look lovely for your age.”

“Why thank you, Doctor.” ‘Mara’s smile was quite flirtatious as she winked at her examiner.

“I just say what I see. Race?”

“Pure blooded elf,” answered the blonde, her nose rising in the air as she showed how proud she was of her heritage. Excellent.

“And finally, profession.”

“Oh, my dear, I don’t work. That’s for common folk. I’m far too well off to worry about such silly things~”

Check, check, and check! She was done. The transformation was thoroughly cooked. The annoying paladin had become a simply splendid empty headed noble. Ah, Adelwine loved her job.

“Fantastic,” the Doctor nodded. “That just about does it. You can go get dressed again now.”

“Oh, thank you. These rags were becoming simply unbearable.” Mara looked down at her torn blue clothing with scorn, hesitating not even a single moment before ripping her tunic off and leaving herself entirely nude – not that she seemed to mind being so. “A proper noble should always strive to look her best…”

The elf strode over to the corner where she had left her silver armour – and continued right on past it, over to the small wardrobe of clothes that lay next to it. From there, she pulled out a fine green dress that would just barely fit over her new curves – as well as a large selection of jewellery that were certainly not hers, but that she simply assumed must belong to her by virtue of being a noble. She even spent a little extra time posed in front of the mirror, styling her long blonde hair into perfect drills to frame her face. Perfect. She was exactly what the customer ordered.

“I must say,” Mara giggled as she slid the dress on over her head and then spent several seconds trying to force it over her curves. “This was much easier than I thought it would be. Thank you for the check-up, Doctor. I feel much better now.”

“Of course, my lady.” The Doctor bowed politely. “Oh, but if you could just do one last thing for me?”

The elf blinked. “Of course. What do you need?”

“Just stand in the corner and think of being sexy until your buyer comes to pick you up?” Adelwine said, snapping her fingers in front of the surprised blonde’s face. “It would make it very convenient for me.”

“Of course Mistress. As you command.” Mara’s eyes went blank as the doctor’s low level hypnotism spell washed through her mind – her resistance to such things having been utterly obliterated. Without a complaint she turned and strode over to the corner, setting herself in a sexy pose before losing herself in torrid daydreams.

Adelwine looked over her creation once more, giving her work one final inspection – and she couldn’t help but be proud. The woman’s curves, style, race, everything about her screamed arm candy. Yes, she could count this as a job well done.

Now if only her other order for the day could go so well. She glanced at the clock. Her next appointment was in ten minutes… Plenty of time to get ready. And her next adventurer was an elf too, wonderful! Whatever she became, she’d be worth a nice extra fee to the buyer.

Poor little Elora wasn’t going to know what hit her~