The vault door burst open. Cassandra, her hands still aglow with magic, walked into the dimly lit chamber to find her prize: the Ankh of Aten. The blonde magician reached for the artifact, her hands trembling in anticipation. Years of searching had finally paid off. A blast of energy narrowly missed her hand, and Cassandra turned to look for its source. Two guards, dressed in the dark and tight fabric of their sect, approached her.
"You are not welcome here," they said in unison. "Leave, or be punished."
"I'm not leaving. Not when I've come so close!" Cassandra murmured an incantation and sent a spell of her own at the guards.
"Very well." The guards countered her spell with their own and shifted, almost dance-like, across the chamber to divert the magician's attention.
Their duel continued. Blasts of energy lit the dim vault and magical words echoed across its walls. The guards pirouetted closer to Cassandra, gracefully dodging her latest spell, and snapped a rune-engraved collar around her neck. Her spell fizzled out.
"What the hell?" she cursed. She tried another spell, and still nothing.
"It is a silence collar. Quite effective against mages and your pesky spells," they explained. "Now, for your punishment." Her arms were tied behind her back, and she was led to the altar of the Ankh. She was made to kneel, with her back facing the altar and her front facing the two guards. They each touched the Ankh, which began to emanate warmth and a low hum. The guards began to glow with energy, and Cassandra could see a bulge between their respective legs grow larger.
