"You behave well." As the battle ends Lae'zel slaps your ass like you are a waitress in some seedy brothel. It is exhilarating. No longer a sorcerer in combat. Your blood is dulled and tossed out at her request. You put all your energy into healing her at every opportunity as she cut down the wild creatures and Goblins that your party was able to catch off guard on your way to discovering a path to her Creche. Although Shadowheart shares your burden as a cleric, only you are left to spend all of your magic recovering the party.
"When I return and I take my place at my queens side, you may have a place at my feet." A revolting promise that leaves you shuddering, for it sounds positively delightful to you.
As Lae'zel continues on at her grueling pace, leaving the three of you behind, Shadowheart finally broke the silence.
"You know... You don't have to let her push you around like that. I would actually prefer you didn't." She states forwardly.
The pretty Elf spawn, Asterion, chimes in after her. "At first, it was rather amusing. Then it became sad... Now it's amusing again." He stops for moment.
"What I'm trying to say is, you should keep up the good work." He smiles his showy smile.
"Surely you don't enjoy being her slave..." Shadowheart asks, leaning in for a quieter promise.
"Since we are... Together under Shar, I could take care of her. She is a heavy sleeper, you know?"
It brings a cruel smile to your lips. From where you do not know. As fun as that sounds to some part of you, you look at her strangely before shaking your head.
"I'm fine."
"If you're enduring it, you don't have to!" Shadowheart claims.
Even Astarion throws his two cents in. "I'm not too pleased that Lae'zel is dictating our pace. We have already been with these little passengers for days with no change so who's to say we are even at risk."
Shadowheart shoots him a look. "We are always at risk, but how we try to solve this problem should be up to us and not her alone."
"That I agree wholeheartedly on."
You look at them both curiously. "I actually quite like it."
Asterion laughs cheerfully at you. From Shadowheart you receive a look of disgust. "How can you enjoy this? Being humiliated and forced to serve."
"Not sure why." You shrug. It just feels normal to you, so what else can you say? The blood, the humiliation, the joy of servitude. It feels as though have been bathed in those long before you awoke on the Nautiloid.
