>>5618687Your most immediate frame of reference for how to approach this seduction is, of course, Davora. There are differences—of station, of relative position—but the dwarven herbalist Davora, like Princess Ekaterine, was a mammalian female and a follower of the false gods. Ekaterine, like Davora, seems… Kindly-disposed, somewhat sheltered an unsatisfied in her life. You can offer this sort of female something, you feel: excitement, stimulation, experiences and ideas beyond the world they know! This will be your approach: you will seduce her in mind AND body, at once!
Perhaps it is because of this thinking that, when you and Irinnile finally arrive to hover spectrally over Ekaterine’s sleeping form in her rather ornately-decorated personal chambers, your previously-nude astral form is now clad in a mix of different garb: something like a lighter form of the imposing ceremonial armour which you wore when you conquered Davora’s people and claimed her for your possession, with the gown-like, billowing coat and silken shirt which you donned at the Wevenore Winter Ball, in the capital city of the ball. Lover and leader at once… Appropriate!
“You look like a pirate from a harlequin novel, baby,” Irinnile notes.
You tilt your head, and ask: “Is that good, or bad?”
Irinnile taps her lower lip thoughtfully, placing her other hand on her hip as she orbits around you in the open air.
“Well, shit, I’d fuck you!” she decides, though given her rather over-active and indiscriminate libido, you’re not sure if that means much.
Still, it is with well-earned confidence in your sexual magnetism and your persuasive eloquence that you delve down into the personal dreamscape of your target. As you descend towards the princes’’ sleeping body, it grows massive, until her every feature is like a geologic monument: her face and bosom mountainous, her gown-clad abdomen a field of purple, gauzy plains stretching out to meet a rising tide of finely-woven blankets which threaten to swallow you up. Your raise your arms to shield yourself against them s everything seems to swirl about you…
