Chapter 13: Harvest festival
Edgar watched in satisfaction as Allison confidently strode into the throne room, her large dark tits swaying with every step. He had entrusted her with a mission, one that required a mix of guile, magic, and sexual dominance.
"Well, bitch, have you got the information I need?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust. In truth, he didn't care about the information, he just wanted to see her work. Allison laughed, a low, sultry sound that seemed to resonate in the room.
"Relax, slut-master.
I've got it," Allison purred, her voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and attraction. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she was prepared to deliver. After all, she wasn't a novice when it came to games of seduction.
"So, you managed to find some dirt on Lady Elara, did you?" Edgar smirked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Yes, but there's one catch," Allison said, her voice taking on a mocking tone.
"She's gonna need a little... persuasion."
Edgar raised an eyebrow, curious about what Allison had up her sleeve. "Persuasion, huh? And how do you plan on doing that?"
Allison smiled devilishly and pulled out a thick, black dildo with a wicked-looking curve. "With this little toy, of course. I'm gonna make her scream, and then she'll spill all the secrets I need."
Edgar chuckled, impressed by Allison's audacity. He offers to cast suggestion spells to help the cause as Allison only has a couple first level spells.
Emily and Angela are put on low status roles but Angela argues that she is more capable than Emily to get the information needed. In the end, Edgar sides with Emily and makes Angela a distraction. The plan is set in motion as the girls make their way to the merchant square coffee shop, and magic shop.
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"Alright, bitches, listen up," Allison snapped, her voice all business as they neared the merchant square. Emily and Angela exchanged worried glances, but remained silent. "I need you both to play your parts perfectly.
Emily, you're gonna play the innocent little coffee shop worker, while Angela, you'll be the pushy magic shop customer," Allison instructed, her voice cold and commanding. "And remember, girls: if you mess this up, you're gonna pay for it."
Emily's face paled, but she nodded in understanding. She knew better than to cross Allison when she was in this kind of mood. Angela, on the other hand, simply smirked and shrugged her shoulders.
"Whatever you say, boss.
I'm always ready to please," Angela replied, her voice dripping with suggestion. Edgar nodded and gave her a sly grin. "I know you are, my dear. I know you are." He turned to Emily, his expression turning stern. "And you, young lady, watch yourself today. I have a feeling you're going to need to be extra convincing to get what I need." Emily gulped and nodded, shooting daggers at Angela with her eyes.
The group made their way to the merchant square, where the coffee shop and magic shop were located.
Emily and Angela were given their roles, Emily being the innocent coffee shop worker and Angela being the pushy magic shop customer. Under Edgar's watchful eye, they played their parts perfectly. Emily was flirty and coy, giggling as she served expensive coffees and pastries to the merchants and townsfolk. Angela was pushy and demanding, arguing with the old magic shop owner about the prices of various trinkets and toys.
Edgar, Allison, and Jessica observed from a distance, taking note of any potential targets for their plan.
Emily followed Allison's instructions to a T, flirting with the men and leading them on with her eye-catching outfits and charming demeanor.
Angela, on the other hand, did not disappoint either. She looked the part of the horny, pushy magic shop customer, striking up conversations with the shopkeeper and throwing herself at anyone who gave her a second glance.
As Emily worked her magic on the unsuspecting men, Allison sat back and waited, her eyes glinting with wicked intent.
She knew Emily was good, but she also knew that sometimes, a little extra incentive was needed to get what you wanted. So, when one particularly handsome man walked into the coffee shop with a smoldering look in his eyes, Allison knew it was time to act.
"You there, boy," Allison purred, grabbing the poor man's arm as he tried to order a coffee. "My friend here seems to be having a bit of trouble deciding what she wants.
Can you help her out?" Allison winked, motioning towards Emily, who giggled behind her hand, playing the part of a shy, innocent girl to perfection. The man looked at Emily, who blushed and looked down at her feet.
"I, uh, I don't know," she stammered. "What do you recommend?"
Allison leaned in close to Emily, her tits pressing against her arm. "Why don't you show him your best moves, slut?" she hissed, her voice low and sultry.
Emily blushed harder, but caught on quickly. She batted her eyelashes and smiled seductively at the man. "That sounds just lovely," she cooed.
The man, clearly taken aback by Emily's sudden change in demeanor, stammered for a moment before managing to recommend a fancy and expensive coffee. Allison smiled wickedly and nodded her head. "That sounds perfect, slut.
I think we'll take it," Allison prompted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Emily, still acting out her coffee shop worker role, reached out and took the cup from the man. She gave him a flirtatious smile and a 'thank you', leaving the man blushing and speechless. Allison leaned back, satisfied with the successful manipulation. "Let's go, you two. Time to get to work," Allison stated, gesturing to Emily and Angela.
"Remember, Angela, you're the pushy customer browsing the magic shop. Emily, you're the innocent barista who's new to the area. I'll be observing from a distance."
Emily and Angela nodded, heading off to their designated areas. Emily watched as Angela strode into the magic shop, already chatting up the old man behind the counter. She chuckled to herself and took a deep breath, readjusting her apron and getting into character.
As she poured another customer a cup of hot, foamy coffee, she flirted and giggled, letting her chestnut hair fall in loose waves over her exposed shoulders.
Meanwhile, Angela was making her moves in the magic shop. She scanned the shelves, picking up odd-shaped objects and examining them before putting them back down with a look of disgust.
"Is there something I can help you find, dear?" the old man asked, eyeing her up and down.
"Yes," Angela purred, biting her lower lip.
"A spell, something... fierce, my lord. To make him wanting me, needing me, and begging for my touch," she whispered seductively, a devious smile spreading across her face as she imagined Edgar and Allison watching from their hiding spot.
"I see, well let me take a look and see what I can find for you," the old man said, walking over to his shelves and searching through the books.
Emily watched as Angela batted her long eyelashes at the old man, her low cleavage on full display.
The man seemed more than willing to help, and Emily couldn't help but snicker at Angela's audacity.
"Ah, here we are. This spellbook should do the trick," he said, handing Angela a large, worn-out looking book. "It's one of our more advanced spellbooks, but I think it will suit your needs perfectly."
Angela opened the book and started flipping through the pages, mumbling something incomprehensible under her breath.
As she did so, Emily couldn't help but notice the way her nipples poked out against the thin fabric of her dress, and the way her hips moved suggestively as she adjusted her position. "Ugh, come on, Angela, let's get out of here before anyone catches on," Emily whispered, shooting a disapproving look at her friend as she adjusted her own cleavage, trying to compete with Angela's show.
"Hurry up, Emily.
I'm getting bored," Angela whispered back, her eyes still glued to the spellbook.
Emily was about to retort, but decided against it, knowing Angela's temper. Instead, she tried to engage the old man in aimless conversation, hoping to distract him.
It didn't take long before the two of them were chatting like old friends, with Emily laughing and flirting shamelessly as Angela continued to browse the spellbook.
Edgar watched from a distance, amused by Emily's antics and Angela's focused intensity.
He could tell that Angela was getting into the role, taking her time to find the perfect spell and playing the pushy customer well. Emily, on the other hand, was playing the innocent and flirtatious barista perfectly.
As the hours passed, Edgar could see the excitement building between the three women. He and Jessica continued to watch from afar, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Finally, the moment came. Angela emerged from the magic shop, a wicked smile on her face and a bulky spellbook in her hands. Angela you are close to being able to learn Comprehand languades and silent image. You can apprentace here for a few weeks to get the spells. I have a room setup. You need to thank me every time I call you a name in my tower.
I think I like the way your tits look when you're blushing. That's it, just like that, slut. Now, Angela, show me what you've learned from that spellbook," Edgar growled, his eyes flickering with a mix of lust and amusement.
Angela grinned and opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, Emily spoke up. "Actually, my lord, I think I have something better to show you," she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion.
With a mischievous grin, Emily glanced around before slipping into a nearby alley, beckoning for Edgar and Angela to follow. Once they were all alone, Emily pulled off her apron and pushed Edgar up against the wall. "I've been such a naughty little barista today," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think I deserve a little reward, don't you?"
Edgar chuckled, impressed by Emily's boldness. "You drive a hard bargain, you dirty little slut.
But I suppose a reward is in order for such a good performance," Edgar growled, reaching out to fondle Emily's tits through her thin shirt. Emily moaned, arching her back and pressing her body against his, her nipples already rock hard with excitement.
"Mmm, that's right, my lord. You know exactly what I need," Emily purred, reaching down to stroke Edgar's rock-hard cock through his pants.
But before they could go any further, Angela stepped forward, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Oh, come on, Edgar. I wasn't going to let Emily hog all the fun. I've had a hard day running errands and talking to that old magic shop owner, and I can use a good dick to relieve the tension," she taunted, crossing her arms over her chest and sticking her ass out seductively.
Edgar couldn't help but laugh at Angela's humor. "I must say, my dear, you do have a way of getting right to the point. But never fear, your turn will come soon enough.
I believe the others are nearly done with their assignments. And once they're done, I'll give you a proper fucking you'll never forget.”
Allison ran the other girls as well.
She taught them how to use gaslighting, magic, kinks, and threesomes to extract information. She also assigned them different roles, low, medium, and high status roles. Emily was tasked with seducing a merchant's apprentice, while Angela had to seduce a visiting noblewoman. Jessica was given the task of infiltrating a rival guild and gathering information.
As they worked on their assignments, Edgar couldn't help but watch with glee. He loved seeing his girls take charge and use their assets to their advantage.
He watched as Emily whispered in the apprentice's ear, her tits pressing against his arm. He saw the apprentice's eyes widen with lust and nodded eagerly, pulling Emily into a dark corner of the coffee shop.
Meanwhile, Angela was batting her eyelashes at the noblewoman, a filthy smile on her face. She leaned in close, close enough for the noblewoman to get a good look down her shirt. "I have a special spell that can..." Angela trailed off, letting her words hang in the air.
The noblewoman's eyes widened as she looked down at Angela's bust, which was pushed up nicely in her low-cut dress. Angela smirked, knowing she had won.
Meanwhile, Jessica was making her way through the rival guild, her tight-fitting leather pants and top drawing attention from the men and women alike.
Edgar laughed as he watched the girls work, feeling a surge of power flowing through him.
It was a rush, watching them seduce, deceive, and manipulate their way to success. He couldn't wait to see what they would accomplish next.
But Edgar also knew that he needed to keep his girls in line, and he had a special way of doing that. Every once in a while, he would take one of them into the BDSM room and give her a good, hard fuck, reminding her who was in charge.
And today, he had decided that it would be Allison's turn.
She was, after all, his second-in-command, the one who kept the girls in line and on track. And she needed a reminder of her place every once in a while.
"Alright, you dumb whore," Edgar growled, grabbing Allison by the arm and pulling her into the BDSM room. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"
Allison's eyes widened as she stumbled into the room, but she quickly regained her footing and glared at Edgar.
"What do you want, my lord?" she asked, her voice cold and clipped.
Edgar chuckled and leaned back in his throne, his eyes raking over Allison's body. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that showed off her ample cleavage and clung to her curves. "I want to remind you who's in charge here, you stubborn bitch," he said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.
Allison rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I know who's in charge, my lord.
But I don't think I've done anything wrong," Allison retorted, her voice dripping with attitude. You just did said Edgar.
Allison's defenses crumbled, and she sighed, "I know, I'm sorry, Edgar. I just... I want to prove myself to you. To the group.
Edgar took her to the BDSM room and invited Jessica, Angela, and Emilly to watch. Emily and Angela had cantrips and were encouraged to cast them and one liners at Allision's expense were encouraged as well.
Emily chuckled and sneered, "You really think you're something special, don't you, big-titted slut?" Meanwhile, Angela snickered and shot a dirty look at Allison, saying, "Yeah, I'd like to see you try and top that performance.
You're nothing more than a bitch in heat, trying to prove yourself to us."
Edgar lounged in his throne as Allison was made to stand, naked and shivering, before the group of them.
Emily and Angela wasted no time pelting her with cruel insults, emboldened by Edgar's permission.
"Wow, look at those tits, slut. I swear they've gotten even bigger since the last time I saw you," Emily sneered.
"Shut up, you cunt," Alli@Big tits hissy fits collar @Camera son snarled back, attempting to maintain some shred of dignity.
"Oh, how adorable. Feisty till the end," Angela snorted.
Edgar chuckled, enjoying the show. "Come on, girls, play nice.
Or should I say, play dirty?" Edgar chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as Emily and Angela took turns hurling insults at Allison. "She's not so bad, you know. She just needs a little... encouragement."
Edgar flipped Allison over and started on her doggie style saying, bitches get fucked doggie style. Allison reacted.
She knew better than to resist when she was in this kind of position. She let out a deep, guttural moan as he entered her, her body trembling with pleasure.
"Oh, you like that, don't you, you filthy whore?" Edgar growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove deeper into her.
"Yes, my lord," Allison gasped, her mind reeling with pleasure. "Fuck me harder, make me beg for it."
Edgar grinned, his cock twitching inside her as he complied. Her eyes rolled as she came. He told her to list and rate 1-10 5 things to apologize for.
1. Being a nosy, controlling bitch (9).
2. Not giving him a chance to explain his actions (7).
3. Not being there for him when he needed her (6).
5. Acting like a dumb slut in public (10).
Allison took a deep breath and nodded, understanding the gravity of her actions. She knew she had been acting like a petulant child, and that it was time to face the consequences of her behavior. "I'm sorry, Edgar.
I can be a nosy and controlling bitch sometimes. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge your actions without giving you a chance to explain. And I know I haven't been there for you when you needed me, that was my bad," Allison panted, her voice laced with remorse.
Edgar grunted in approval, his hips pistoning harder and faster as he pounded into her. "Good slut. You're learning."
"Fuck yes, fuck my tight, wet cunt, my lord. He told her she had to thank him and apologize every orgasm and she came 8 times.
By the end of their intense session, Allison was left panting and sweating, her legs shaky as she recited her list of apologies and thank you's. Edgar nodded, pleased with her submission, reminding her that he was still in charge.
He shot on her face in front of everyone, and she had to rate and rank 1-10 3 ways to apologize to him with a load on her face.
Allison tried to suppress a smile as she contemplated the options. "Well, my lord, firstly, I think I should suck your cock like the dirty little whore that I am, and swallow every last drop of your seed. Secondly, I could lean back and spread my legs for you, letting you fuck me again and show me who's boss. And thirdly, I could simply thank you for the lesson, and promise to be a better slut for you in the future."
Edgar's eyes gleamed with amusement as he considered Allison's suggestions.
"I like where your mind is going, slut. I think all of those options are more than satisfactory.
But I have a better idea. Why don't you show the others how sorry you are by putting on a little show for them? I'm sure they would love to see just how well you can suck cock," Edgar suggested, his voice dripping with innuendo.
Allison's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was asking of her. But she knew better than to resist when she was in this kind of position. She sucked his cock and put on a show while wearing his load. Angela and Jessica reacted.
They were both shocked and slightly horrified by Allison's sudden submission.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Angela said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I mean, seriously, you are such a goddamn slut."
But Edgar didn't seem to care. In fact, he was enjoying himself immensely.
"See, girls, this is what I'm talking about," he said, slapping Allison's ass impatiently. "This is what happens when a girl knows her place. Now, let's get moving, Emily.
Edgar told Allison to rank and rate her emotions 1-10 now.
"I'm feeling a bit embarrassed (6), disappointed in myself (9), and also a bit turned on (7). I know it's wrong, but I can't help it," Allison replied honestly, still blushing.
Edgar chuckled and leaned back in his throne. "Well, at least you're being honest, you naughty little slut. That's worth something in my book."
Jessica couldn't resist chiming in with a playful jab. "Honest?
Ha! That's a good one, coming from a cum-covered slut," Jessica sneered, unable to resist the opportunity to join in on the verbal sparring.
"Well, I may be a slut, but at least I know how to please my master," Allison shot back, still trying to salvage some shred of dignity.
"Please, you couldn't please a master if your life depended on it," Angela snickered.
Angela I disagree said Edgar. As a matter of fact I am about to award a new bedroom in the keep. Girls react strongly, one freaks out.
Angela couldn't believe her ears, "WHAT? You're giving Allison a new room, my lord? After all the shit she's pulled, you're rewarding her? This is bullshit!" She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, throwing a typical Angela-style fit.
"I deserve that room just as much as she does," she complained, putting her giant tits on full display. "You know I'm the best at pleasing you, Edgar. I've put in more effort than she ever has!"
Edgar chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm afraid a new bedroom isn't just something I can hand out to anyone," he said, taking a swig from his goblet.
"It's a special reward for those who have proved themselves worthy."
Jessica earned the first room for having the biggest tits and happily being the bitch at the bottom, maid, waitress etc. Allison is my second in command and takes it like a champ and gets the biggest room. Angela and Emilly, you don't have rooms yet and with that outburst Angela I'd say you need to work a lot off. Edgar took Allison to her room on the second floor and they had a bit of privacy. Allison reacted and spoke.
"Yes, my lord, I fully understand." She gracefully accepted the new room and couldn't hide her excitement, she eagerly anticipates exploring her new space in private with Edgar.
Edgar raised an eyebrow and smirked as Allison followed him to the second floor, his mind already racing with filthy thoughts about the things he wanted to do to her in her new room.
He opened the door and let Allison step inside first. Her eyes widened as she took in the opulent decor, the large four-poster bed, and the luxurious fabrics adorning the furniture.
"Wow, my lord," she breathed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I can't believe I get to stay here. Thank you, my lord."
Edgar slid his hand along Allison's waist, steering her closer.
Allison bit her lip, feeling a jolt of excitement as he led her towards the bed.
Edgar thanked her for her loyalty and efforts. He asked her to rank and rate the psycological impact of what just happened on each of the girls including her.
Angela - Confused (6), Demoralized (8), Jealous (10)
2. Emily - Ashamed (7), Humiliated (9), Angry (6)
3. Jessica - Disappointed (5), Indifferent (2), Calm (10)
4. Allison - Excited (9), Aroused (8), Proud (7)
Allison, rate 1-10 and rank all 4 girls including you in terms of capabilities in gathering information and sexual ability. You of course have the best magic, but it looks like Angela could develop into a lv 1 wizard.
Allison, rate and rank all the girls now.
Angela - Blackmail material (8), servicing (9), gaslighting (7). A bitch who will provide you with plenty of death threats and backhanded compliments. Very skilled in seduction and fuckery, but a troublemaker who often gets caught. Her tits are big, but exceptionally firm and she's a great cocksucker, squirter, and blushmaster. Emily - Sexual favors (9), conversation (7), competition (10).
She's the queen of backstabbing and quick-wit, regularly engaging with brutal 1-liners, but her skills in gaslighting and other forms of manipulation are less refined. Emily's frame holds ok tits, with enough jiggle to captivate any man she pleases, her blowjobs have earned her a reputation.
Jessica - Information gathering (9), cooperation (7), jealousy (5).
While she may lack some finesse in her wit and charm, her dedication to the cause and firm resolve make her an invaluable ally. Jessica's smaller chest is nevertheless coveted by many as her perky form carries an understated sexiness. Despite her quiet demeanor, she has become proficient in the arts of titfucking and giving sultry blowjobs that make men weak in the knees.
As for me, Allison - Tactics (10), organizational abilities (9), loyalty (10).
My magical prowess is unmatched, and I am the one who keeps the group together and on track. Plus, my tits are top-notch, especially when it comes to cocksucking and squirting in the heat of passion.
Edgar chuckled and nodded, pleased by Allison's honest assessment of herself and her abilities. "Very well, it seems we have a clear picture of our strengths and weaknesses," he said, his eyes filled with amusement. "Now, let's get to work on our current mission.
I'm counting on you, Allison, to lead the others to gather information using gaslighting, 1st and 2nd level spells from me, kinks, threesomes, and blackmail," Edgar said, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
"Yes, my lord," Allison nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I won't let you down.
I'm your best soldier, after all," Allison said, looking at Edgar with unwavering loyalty.
Edgar grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "That you are, my dear. Now, let's plan our strategy. We'll need to gather information on our targets and prepare the perfect blend of blackmail and kinks to get what we want. I'll provide some of my first and second-level spells to help you girls out. And maybe just maybe, I'll even join in on the fun," he said, winking at Allison.
"I'd like to see you try, my lord," Allison shot back with a smirk.
Edgar couldn't help but laugh at her audacity. It was just one of the many things he loved about her.
But for now, they had a mission to focus on. And Allison was determined to lead the others to success.
She started by assigning each girl their own tasks, utilizing their unique strengths and abilities.
Angela was tasked with seducing a high-ranking merchant in the square, using her charisma and wit to gain his trust.
Emily, on the other hand, was assigned to the local tavern, where she would need to convince the owner to share his secrets. Jessica was given the task of seeking out a lowly servant in the merchant's household and convincing them to spy on their employer.
As the girls split off to carry out their tasks, Allison couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and pride. She had carefully chosen the perfect roles for each of them, taking into account their unique skills and talents. She knew they were capable of achieving great things, and she was determined to lead them to success.
Her mind raced with strategies and plans, and she couldn't wait to get started.
First, she approached Emily. "You're going to take on that merchant, aren't you, Emily?" Allison said, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
Emily bobbed her head in agreement. "Aye, I am. No need for fancy tricks or magic. A simple blowjob will suffice. You know how I like to start things off with a bang."
Allison chuckled, appreciating Emily's straightforward approach.
"Well, hurry up and get dressed then, my little slut. We don't have all day," she commanded, her voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement.
Emily slipped into a tight-fitting dress, revealing her still-impressive cleavage, and tied her hair up in a messy bun. Allison raised an eyebrow, impressed and slightly turned on by Emily's transformation. "You're going to cause quite a stir, Emily.
Make sure to use your powers for good, not just your own pleasure," Allison warned, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, I always do, my queen," Emily retorted, winking at Allison before heading out the door.
Allison shook her head, amused by Emily's antics. She had a feeling that the little slut was going to have a busy day ahead of her.
Next, Allison turned her attention to Jessica. "And you, Jessica, you'll be seducing a servant in the merchant's household. You need to be careful and make sure you're not caught. And if you are, well, you're on your own," Allison warned.
Jessica nodded eagerly, ready for the challenge. "I can do that, my queen. They won't even know what hit them."
Allison grinned, impressed by Jessica's determination.
"Good girl. I knew I could count on you," she said, her voice dripping with pride.
Jessica curtsied, a playful smirk on her face. "Of course, my queen," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Finally, Allison turned her attention to Angela. "And you, my dear Angela. You're going to be using your charms on the merchant himself.
Angela, I want the goods, those new scrolls he has that we need," Allison said, her eyes flashing with determination.
"Sure thing, Allison. The guy's a sucker for beautiful tits, so I'll give him a taste of the goods and see how fast he opens up to me," Angela smirked, revealing the cleavage that drove men wild.
"Just make sure you don't get caught," Allison said, her voice dripping with concern.
"I'll make sure to keep things professional.
I need to set a good example for these newbies," Angela winked, grabbing her bags and heading out the door.
Allison nodded, satisfied with her team's plan. She planned on sitting back and observing, taking in the scene from a distance. But if things went south, she would be there to back up her girls.
She made her way to the top floor of Edgar's tower, in search of a hot drink to wake her up. She stumbled upon the private quarters of Edgar's magicians and cantrip users.
She found Emily and Angela at a table, sipping coffee and chatting with each other.
"Hey there, slut," Angela greeted with a mocking tone. "What brings you here?"
Allison sneered, "I could ask you the same thing, whore."
Emily chuckled, "We're just waiting for our orders from Edgar."
Allison nodded, "Same here, I need some caffeine before we start the day."
She sat down and joined them in their coffee break.
Emily, as usual, had her legs spread wide open, showing off her pussy to anyone who cared to look. Angela couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
"What?" Emily asked defensively. "I like to be comfortable. Besides, it's not like anyone here hasn't seen it before."
"True," Angela agreed. "But it's still funny to watch you flaunt it like that."
Allison just rolled her eyes. These two were always like this, constantly bickering and trying to one-up each other.
It never got old for Allison, who found their banter to be quite amusing. She helped herself to a cup of coffee and took a sip, savoring the warm and comforting taste.
As they sat there, they heard a knock on the door. "Come in," Angela called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Edgar entered the room, looking every bit the powerful and commanding wizard that he was. "Ah, there you are my little sluts. I trust you've been waiting for me?"
Allison stood up to greet him.