>>5196718If the blunt sacrilege of your unconventional pillow-talk would normally disturb them, your mesmerism handily negates these inhibitions, demanding honesty.
“I want to do that again,” the young man blurts.
“Obviousssly,” you say, smirking.
“And I want Gisela all to myself,” he confesses. “And to see the world! I want a house of my own, to be my own man… To not be just my father’s errand-boy any longer. I can’t live me life like this, to grow up to be just like him, out here where nobody else bothers to even pass through.”
You nod. How… Typical.
“And you?” you ask his stepmother, teasingly tracing fingers across her so that she trembles as she answers.
However, her frankness shocks even you: “I want to be free, free from my husband. I never wanted to be married to some old, sad, drunken oaf… A subject for his anger at his own failed life, a substitute for the wife he actually wanted.”
“And for freedom, and the chanccce to go where you will and be with who you want…”
“…And to be young again, to get my years back,” the farmer’s wife says.
“…To be big, strong, a real man,” the farmer’s son says, looking away.
“…You would ssell your ssoulsss?”
“Yes,” the both agree, though only the wife with great enthusiasm; the son seems to feel some shame.
You consider this as you dismiss them from the room, and clean yourself up.
>Talk to Irinnile about the nature of demonic pacts‘Irinnile, I think it’s time you better explained pacts to me,’ you psychically send to the succubus.
“All work an’ no play with you, I swear!’ she says.
‘We just finished playtime,’ you point out.
‘I could go for another round,’ she says suggestively.
‘It would kill them,’ you say. ‘Maybe later. Maybe. But first… How did The Incubus resist our pact? I thought a pact bound both parties, irresistibly!’
