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Abusing a Positon of Power

But he— she— It just didn’t make sense. What had Bolvyn just said? Needed a male’s help? “Absolutely not!” Athyn exclaimed, voice almost shamefully high-pitched. “I have a wife! A wife I love! Very dearly. Very loyal to her. And my family.” Backing away from the crazed womer. “Many apologies. I can’t… This is far too much to ask!”

“Can you be any more useless, you sack of shit?” Bolvyn raged. “I’m asking you to stick your withered dick in a willing woman and you’re thinking about your stupid wife?” Out of the armor now, her much more curvy body was on display. “Get your pants off. I don’t care about the rest.”

"This is absolutely not happening," Athyn declared. He backed away from her, eyes clamped closed. "Why don't you ask Councilor Garisa? It'd only be fair--" He stopped that statement, biting his bottom lip. "Excuse that bit of slander." Bracing himself for the onslaught of fury that was sure to come after that slip up, he tried to shuffle over to the door. "Perhaps I could arrange for him to visit you. Instead of me. Because I'm married."

Abusing a Positon of Power

Venim crossed her arms around her chest, infuriated that Athyn would dare stare at her like that. Voice hoarse from all the screaming she’d done that evening, she could only just manage to maintain her usual volume. “What is wrong with you?!” She bellowed, glad that she still had her shirt on under the armor. “Staring at me like that. You’re married!” A tiny voice in her head reminded her that she’d invited the other mer over for a certain unfaithful act, so it didn’t exactly make sense to get upset with him over a stare. But, Bolvyn took every opportunity to be upset, whether or not it was reasonable. “I’m female,” Venim confirmed, working loose of the last bits of her armor. “And I need help from a male to be restored to my former body.”

But he-- she-- It just didn't make sense. What had Bolvyn just said? Needed a male's help? "Absolutely not!" Athyn exclaimed, voice almost shamefully high-pitched. "I have a wife! A wife I love! Very dearly. Very loyal to her. And my family." Backing away from the crazed womer. "Many apologies. I can't... This is far too much to ask!"

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Abusing a Positon of Power

Athyn frowned. The Archmaster sounded considerably… different. His voice had changed. Perhaps he was having some sort of difficulty that he found shameful. Like a disease. The rumors about the man were quite damning, and it wasn’t unheard of for a nobleman to pick up certain illnesses from loose women. With a sigh, he stepped into the room, turning to look at what mess Bolvyn had managed to get himself into. Blinking, he took in the scene. It was odd to see the usually dignified and refined mer to be struggling with his armor in such a way. Athyn stepped forward to help, noting that Bolvyn also seemed to have lost some body mass. “What is the problem?” Athyn asked.

Abusing a Positon of Power

How many invitations did this idiot need? Bolvyn was in the middle of struggling out of her armor, which was slightly more difficult than usual. She would have an assistant helping her out, usually. But her current body was far too embarrassing to reveal to anyone. Even someone as worthless and insignificant as a servant. “Get in here,” she bellowed at the door, half wanting to rip the damn thing off its hinges and beat Athyn’s head in with it. “I invited you, already,” she growsed, throat a bit raw from all her earlier yelling.

Athyn frowned. The Archmaster sounded considerably... different. His voice had changed. Perhaps he was having some sort of difficulty that he found shameful. Like a disease. The rumors about the man were quite damning, and it wasn't unheard of for a nobleman to pick up certain illnesses from loose women. With a sigh, he stepped into the room, turning to look at what mess Bolvyn had managed to get himself into. Blinking, he took in the scene. It was odd to see the usually dignified and refined mer to be struggling with his armor in such a way. Athyn stepped forward to help, noting that Bolvyn also seemed to have lost some body mass. "What is the problem?" Athyn asked.