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"M-Master!" She's both happy and nervous. "Ah! Um, thank you for the fae charm! I bought some stuff to go with it!" She shows what looks like a fairy tale book about, well, fairies, and some small pebbles made of fae dust. She'd also gotten a pair of binoculars. "T-thank you for thinking about me!"
You both end up talking about how to best coax out her fairy bloodline, and potential combinations it could have with her fighting style. She already had the potential to be an very dangerous sharpshooter with her invisibility, illusions, and good eye for detail. Adding fairy power bullshit to the mix would be the best type of overkill.
"Master, uh," She fidgets. "You've give us so much. That gold... Even the gifts you secretly got... Rings, right?" So, she does know. You don't say anything and just smile. "I'm..." She's about to say something, but then changes her mind as she looks away. "I didn't mean to whine back there. I know I was being ungrateful." She deflates. "You can punish me, if you'd like..." It was honestly pretty surprising to hear that. Unlike Herta or Gerty, Mel wasn't able to take punishment too roughly without getting hurt.
"You don't have to worry about that now." You tell her, drawing closer. You touch the side of her freckled face with the palm of your hand. She leans into it with a happy sigh. "I'm here to make sure you're comfortable."
"Oh. Oh! Well, um, I know of a way you could make me <span class="mu-i">very</span> comfortable." She gives you some bedroom eyes before giggling. "Just kidding! Unless... ?" She blushes. She could be silly sometimes, her cuteness really saving her from awkward moments.
You start chuckling. She joins in and laughs harder. You abruptly go for a kiss. She quickly melts in your embrace.
Her body had a very elegant form, gentle and soft curves hidden beneath her dress. Despite her bosom not appearing as prominent as some of the others (a sensitive topic for your beguiler, you'd found), it didn't look terrible on her. Cute, even.
Though she didn't mind showing herself off to you in skimpier wear, the frilly dresses and pajamas she wore on occasion also had their charm.
"Master, can you keep holding me like this? I like it when your arms wrap around me..." She says as she pants.
And as you make sure to love her deeply, you ingrain yourself in her mind as the pillar she can rely on. As usual, when you both finish she blacks out with a very content smile, eyes rolling back into her head.
With a hint of pride you look at your handiwork. Then you make sure she's comfortable. "Goodnight, Mel." You say after closing her eyes and giving her a kiss on the forehead.
