"Uhhh... Rhaine? There's no-one here. You can stop now", Midnight looks at the girl. She doesn't stop. "Of course! The fluids! I'll be right back!" She grabs a bucket from the floor, places it under her. "Continue".

Rhaine seems beyond understanding. She feels hot stripping off the remainder of her clothing. Prominent pink nipples rest atop lovely breasts that mash against hers as she runs a hand down the spellcasters side. Her lips return to Midnight's as she uses the other hand to pinch her clit rolling it back and forth between her thumb and index finger.

She smiles, inches away from her lips, a deepening blush on her features. “Do you like this?”

"Ummm... Yeah... Sure? Are you feeling alright, Rhaine?". Then realisation strikes. "It must be the aphrodisiac! Rhaine! Snap out of it! You... Wait... Gersham didn't actually touch you... Goddamn placebo effect". She sighs, too caught up in what she's saying to notice Rhaine. "I recognised him from one of the books in the library. Apparently, he's technicly immortal, but iron can mess him up pretty bad". Her eyes settle on the knife rack in the room. Her trademark evil grin shows as her gaze settles on a particular blade. "Perfect..."

Her whole body shudders, as the juices from it splash out onto Rhaine and, most importantly, into the bucket. "One more oughtta do it. Come one Rhaine", she says, holding out a hand. "Your turn".

Different drug that was coursing through from Gersham's brief albeit stimulating contact to the concentrated one that had been flowing through he that Tinman inject into her. Unlike Midnight she is only looking ahead at the other girl. She wants to make her cum, she wants to cum, and with no one else in the room she has an aching need that only Midnight can fill.

She feels liquid oozing over her fingers the splattering of liquid on the plastic bucket. She does not register what it means though as her thumb curls up to brush against her clit.

“That's it ...” she cooed. Seizing Midnights wrist she draws her hand down between her heated thighs as a moan leaves her lips and eyes close at that contact as a shudder sweeps over her body then.

"Feeling better, Rhaine?", Midnight enquires. The bucket is full now. "Rhaine?" She snaps her fingers in front of the other girl's face.

She shudders and cries out. Thrashes and mewls as she dances on those fingers. For how long she does not know but she uses those fingers over and over again as her mind gets shattered and reshaped.

Rhaine is left panting, cheeks flushed red though she cannot look at Midnight out of embarrassment at what she just did. She was vaguely aware of what she had done.

She nods not trusting her voice in the matter as she pants.

“Sorry ...” he voice meek as she pants out an apology.

"In that case..." Midnight points at the basket of spare clothing next to the wall. "I'm a Small in UK sizing. Which is US as well. I think. Get something that seems to fit, anyway". She sits down, and begins to engrave the knife she grabbed. Watch out, Gersham, here I come!

Rhaine nods and pads over to the chest of clothes as she busies herself engraving her weapon. She looks, still feeling the heat of her recent arousal and blush cascaded on her cheeks. She pulls out two uniforms and brings one over to the naked girl while taking a moment t o quickly don the other.

Midnight pulls the uniform on haphazardly. She brings the knife up, tests the blade. "Now let's pay a visit to our friend Gershy a visit".

Midnight unlocks the door to the room, checks outside, and then motions for Rhaine to join her. The giant metal creature stands guard outside, it's back turned. She quickly empties the bucket of unmentionalre juices onto it's head, and allows it to seep into his wiring. "I guess he's in a sticky situation", She quips with her malevolent grin.

((OOC: Sorry. I had to.))

Down a later corridor, she sees him. Gersham. She whispers to Rhaine. "Follow my lead", and crawls towards him. She reaches him, and taps him on the back, then looks up at him, full of lust. She unzips the front of his trousers, grabs his member with a wink and... Raises a the knife above it?

Her eyes flicker yellow and red. "Now listen up and listen good. First, this knife is made of iron, and a little birdie told me you don't like that very much. Secondly, that isn't a fancy adornment on the side. That there is a magic seal. Highest caliber. You can't try anything funny. Now, you're going to do exactly as I say or your friend, little Gershy here gets the chop. Capiche?"

Rhaine thought it was a bad idea to go looking for trouble but she wasn't very confrontational. Tinman was outside of the door but it struck her as odd that he was watching won the other way or that a bucket of their own essence halted it. Wouldn't the creators have protected in from rain? But she did not complain as they hurried by. Something did not feel right … she couldn't say what …

They soon met up with Gersham as Midnight crawled to him and unveiled his throbbing member. He grinned down at her.

Why don't you put that mouth of yours to good use? She threats him with the dagger and he looks rather amused, unafraid …

“EEEP!” Rhaine screams out as she is ensnared by the powerful arms of the demonic creature? Another Gersham? An arm about her waist and fingers caressing her neck as his claws danced against her neck.

Drop it.

The illusionary image of Gersham that she had been threatening disappeared suddenly. The magic of his third eye would allow him to discern any rouse, any deception or feint. He knew that not enough of the drug had been used on her to make her this submissive and would have been very weary of the ploy. In fact Tinman was a mere illusion as well, a simple deception on his part to trick them into thinking that thinks weren't unopposed and too easy.

"Strike 1, Gershy. No being mean to Rhaine. No illusions or I go Chappy Chopper. And if he's in tiny little pieces, I doubt even all the demon's minions'll put Humpty Dumpty together again. So let us go, or Perky Peter becomes Stumpy Steve", Midnight smiles sweetly, and presses the blade down gently to prove she means business.

"It's simple. Your illusions only work on the principle that a glimmer of the idea existed in someone's mind. There is no doubt in my mind that you are the real Gresham, you aren't an empty presence. And the magic seal means only the illusions work. There are two ways this can go. I carve up a Roast, or you let us go free and Porky stays intact. For doubting my judgement, strike two. Are you going to risk it for strike three? Go ahead. See if I'm bluffing."

My illusions are partly real made of shadows so they are not as easily disbelieved. He grins as Rhaine whimpers as the tips of his claws poke against Rhaine's neck as both images gaze at her, both smirking.

Of course there is always the fact that the seal is the real illusion. After all why wouldn't there have been a seal on the other room, removing them is no simple matter and it's time consuming the replace them all the time. and I've been merely testing you but please, give me another circumcision if it pleases you to do so but expect to be cut in turn. First this girl then yourself. Clock's ticking, time to decide.