Matt woke up on the cold floor. Pain pulsed in his temples, and all he could remember was laughing at the elf's proposal.

“Fuck, my head.” He muttered, grabbing his head. As he rose from the ground, he noticed someone familiar sitting across from him. “Duncan?”

“'Hi. You got smacked hard, huh?” He said.

“I don't know. What are you doing here?” Matt asked, still holding his head.

“The same as you.”

“What?”

Matt raised his head and looked around. The shadow of the bars cast on the wall by the soft light of the torch did not bode well. They sat together in a cell at the end of the dungeon.

“Duncan, what happened? Did they beat you too?” He asked confused.

“No, I surrendered.” Duncan replied.

“What the hell did you do?”

“They locked me downstairs for a while. I guessed that they planned to separate us, and I let myself be drawn into their trap. Later I heard someone unlocking the door. I went over to check and found it was open. I got out of there and ran into the main hall. All the slaves were there. Even Carl, Jim, and Mitta were standing by them, and you were lying unconscious and bound on the ground. What was I supposed to do? Fight alone against everyone?” Duncan asked, recounting events from his perspective. “How did it even happen that you lost?”

“I don't know. I quickly eliminated Carl and Mitta, but the tiger was really strong. During the break, an elf woman came up to me and tried to convince me to change sides. I laughed at her, and I don't remember the rest.” Matt replied.

“Well, now you know not to mess with elves.” Duncan giggled. “Maybe that's why the rest went over to her side.”

“But... How is that possible? I don't believe Carl and Jim just started helping her like that.” Matt wondered.

“Our only chance will be to wait until Gaz returns.” Duncan replied.

“What if they can handle him too?”

“I doubt it. They don't stand a chance with Gaz.” Assured Duncan.

At that moment Taygeer and Carl appeared. They opened the cell and without a word took the bound Duncan with them.

“Where are you taking me?” He asked angrily but received no answer.

They took him to a locked room, and after opening the door Duncan saw Elrianthe and Alison. The elfin woman was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, and opposite her was another chair, on which they sat Duncan and tied him up. The men left, leaving him alone with the two women.

Matt wondered where they had taken Duncan and what they intended to do with him. He recalled Carl's warning to him earlier about the consequences of inappropriate words when addressing their new leader.

“Fuck!” Matt shouted.

He knew that due to Carl's ruthlessness, his warning about the elfin woman's anger had a point. It was likely that through his insolence they would both suffer the aforementioned consequences.

'If they took Duncan to be tortured, they will soon come for me too.' He thought, fearing what awaited him.

It wasn't long before the escort came for him.

“Will I survive this?” He asked Carl, trying to dispel his doubts.

Carl remained silent, which only added to the fear that was beginning to overwhelm Matt. They took him without a word, just as they did Duncan, and escorted him to a room.

They sat him in a chair and tied him up. Matt, looking around, saw no sign of Duncan. There was neither his body nor even blood. Panic began to overwhelm him as the darkest scenarios began to infect his thoughts.

Elrianthe stood up as Taygeer and Carl left the room. Matt looked at her in horror, but then he noticed something he had previously ignored as he panically searched for Duncan. Her appearance was gorgeous.

Long, neatly washed and groomed blonde hair wrapped around her exposed shoulders, falling lower and accentuating her perfect figure. Her clothes were clean, brightly colored, and laid freely over her body. The deep cleavage largely revealed her two powerful assets and the shorter cut of the lower part of her outfit exposed her smooth, luscious thighs.

Matt was mesmerized by the view. He didn't even notice when Elrianthe came close enough to him to smell her wonderful scent.

Watching him, she did not say a word. She moved closer to his face, staring deeply into his eyes, waiting for a reaction.

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'God, what a view.' Matt thought.

When Elrianthe leaned in to get closer to his face, her clothes revealed two previously hidden objects with perfect shapes. Unlike human ones, her elven arguments did not lose their firmness, and they did not droop; they were springy and even under their own weight retained their perfect shape.

Willing or not, Matt looked in that direction and saw this wonder of nature with his own eyes. However, he began to avoid the woman's gaze, which seemed to pierce his soul to the core. Despite his strenuous efforts, he couldn't stop his eyes, which glanced at her chest now and then.

Something twitched in his lower body, and his face momentarily took on a red tone. The elven woman noticed this and smiled at him.

'I'm going to die. She'll kill me for sure.' Thought a terrified Matt, feeling the cold sweat running down his forehead.

Elrianthe straightened up and began circling him. She gently moved her finger along his arms, circling him from his left side until she reached his right shoulder, ending at his visible triceps. This simple movement further affected his body, which had not been in contact with any woman for months.

She then returned to her chair with an elegance worthy of the queen herself and sat down, throwing her leg over her leg. With a nod, she let them know that the meeting was over. Alison called Taygeer and Carl, who carried out Matt, who was in complete shock.

When they were left alone, Elrianthe leaned back in relief and turned her head toward the priestess.

“What do you think?” Elrianthe asked.

“He was completely distracted. You have a natural talent for seduction.” Alison replied with a smile.

“I'm going to have to get seriously drunk to forget about it...” Said Elrianthe under her breath.

Matt was again escorted to the place from which he was taken. Inside, Duncan was already waiting for him. Safe and well. He was no less surprised than Matt by what had happened to them. As the men escorting them left, they began to discuss what had happened.

“Were you at the meeting with the elf too?” Duncan asked.

“Yes, but I expected torture rather than this... What was it?” Matt replied.

“I don't know. I also thought she was going to try to break me with some kind of torture, but she just looked at me for a while and left.” Duncan recalled. “Matt. Did you see that too?”

“What?”

“You know... Her milk bags...”

“If only I could touch them then... She has an amazing body.” Matt said, closing his eyes as if trying to relive the moment.

“I've looked at a lot of women in my youth, but she... This is a whole different level. I couldn't contain myself around her.” Duncan said.

“Fuck. I was so lost in her tits that I didn't even pay attention when I became hard! Fuck man! How much I would give for even one time with her...” Matt confessed.

“I've had that too. I can't stop thinking about her since I left that room. Do you think Carl really did what he said he did with her?”

“I don't know. I think he would have been capable of it. Although she didn't seem to be molested, and Carl always listens to her.”

“It's possible that she convinced him to cooperate, and he made up the stories for the sake of disguise. He and Jim were the only ones going down. Gaz hasn't been down there since we locked up the priestess a month ago. But why just now?”

“The more important question is what happens next. Gaz is coming back tomorrow night. We have to think about it.”

“Are you thinking the same thing as me?”

“Yes. I'm sick of this standstill.”

Alison walked down to the dungeons, carrying two large bowls filled with wonderfully fragrant food. When she stopped in front of Matt and Duncan's cell, they both looked at her curiously, and one of them nodded to the other.

“Alison, right?” Duncan began. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, what is it?” She replied.

“How did you manage to take over our base so easily?” He asked.

“This is all the work of Miss Elrianthe. She is like an angel stepping on scorched earth, leaving flowery, vibrant fields behind her with each step. Like a star in the sky that delights generations, inspiring them to reach higher and higher until they finally reach her. Her brilliant strategy and divine nature meant that you had no chance of stopping her when she began to put her plan into action.” Alison replied, praising Elrianthe without hesitation.

“And why did you go to her side? You're a priestess, aren't you? What about your gods?” Matt asked.

“My gods mean nothing compared to her. Miss Elrianthe is my savior, a walking ideal amid overwhelming abomination, like a flawless diamond that was thrown in the garbage because someone was stupid enough to mistake it for broken glass. I abandoned my faith for her and will serve her to the end, no matter what the circumstances.” Alison replied.

Matt and Duncan looked at each other, shocked by the former priestess's confession.

“We want to talk to her.” Said Duncan, after a brief discussion with Matt.

Alison entered the room where Elrianthe was resting. She was lying comfortably on the bed. Deep in thought, she stared at the ceiling. Of course, that's how it looked from Alison's perspective since no one could see the windows from the system Elrianthe had.

“My lady, Matt, and Duncan have made a decision.” Alison announced.

“You're brilliant, Alison! I didn't think it would work any better than the torture I planned.” Elrianthe replied with enthusiasm.

“It's all thanks to you. I just shared what came to my mind.” Alison said, bowing.

Earlier, when Elrianthe was conferring with her on how best to break the defeated guards, she mentioned a new skill called < Silent Suggestion >.

This skill allowed her to implant a seed of an idea in someone's subconscious that would grow to influence the victim's actions and behavior more and more. The idea reached the subconscious through whispered words, inaudible to the ear, but going straight to the brain.

At her current level, Elrianthe could only use three words before running out of magic, which she considered useless since they needed something that would produce quick results.

However, Alison saw the potential and organized the whole show for Matt and Duncan for that very purpose. She stylized Elrianthe into a living image of the goddess and suggested that their natural attraction to her body would interfere with their logical thinking, which should make it possible to instill a simple idea, even though they were limited to three words. When they are distracted, their mental resilience will decrease and the thought will more easily take deeper root, quickly bearing fruit.

For better results, they should first be separated. When they talk about it later, they should start changing their minds. If that fails, they can always try later with torture.

'Alison is a genius.' Elrianthe thought, heading toward the dungeons.