While still sitting, Persephone still managed a curtsey of sorts. She held both sides of her light blue skirt, then bent her head in respect. Well, why not? He had made the effort to stand up straight in her presence when introducing herself, she should follow Alice's example from the story and curtsey herself. Persephone was dressed for it.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mister Charc," she said pleasantly. Well, this was certainly a change from that hyperactive sprite girl! But she knew she would have to move onward sooner or later--and sooner, probably, because the pink haired lady had the distinct feeling that Freya was now searching the island for her, probably scaring the hell out of the faculty and students alike (and probably a few monsters out to get her, too). She noticed the sad expression on the imp's face and she immediately felt sorry for asking about him being a door-goyle.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you?" she asked. She tried a small smile. "Well...better a door I suppose, than a door knocker?" She sighed. "Still...it must be terribly lonely here, perched here all the time. I know I'd go insane from being alone, although it doesn't seem like it." She showed the rosary tied around her wrist and hand, the lovely white cross hanging from the pearly beads. "This belongs to my sister and reminds me that I have someone to go home to...someone that I love, I guess..." Yes, despite their differences, she lvoed her quirky older sister and right now, wouldn't mind being the object of obsession right now, to get out of Wonderland quicker.

"Oh, yes! I found it on the table! And yes--" The girl giggled. "--I realized that!" She really was too big to fit through it. The rabbit hole at the mound above ground was one thing. This was entirely another and even small, nine year old Alice couldn't fit through this door...if it was indeed the same door she had goen through. "Could you please tell me how to get through?"

Persephone didn't quite know what to do with the little vial. She knew better than to simply pick up strange bottles that appeared out of nowhere and simply drink its contents. The pink haired girl remembered how one time, she had mistakenly drunk from her sister's water bottle when they were younger and living together with their parents in England. The water had been drugged and she had been kidnapped by a masked man who had meant to take Freya instead. Back then, big and little sister looked very much alike at a glance, until either one of them spoke up. Persephone had never been very refined like Freya; an elegant woman with dangerous tendencies...

"Well, from what I was told, Alice drank from a bottle like this to get through this door, supposedly," the student explained, picking up the little bottle and sitting herself back in front of the small gateway. "They say she found a bottle like this one here. It says 'Drink me', just like her bottle did." She turned the little bottle over in her fingers, considering her options. On the one hand, she would be stuck here, unless she could think of a way back, unless she decided to go ahead. On the other hand, since it was obvious that Alice had caused quite a bit of trouble...this might be poison to lead off any more humans wandering into Wonderland.

But what choice did she have?

Sighing in resignation, she pulled the stopper out of the top. She gulped nervously, then looked at Charc.

"Well, thank you for being so nice to me, Mister Charc, but my sister's probably worried about me, so I have to go home. It was great talking to you. Maybe we could meet again, one day." She moved to place the bottle at her lips, then stopped a moment, considering something else. She lowered the bottle. "Oh, one more thing. In case this stuff kills me, I suppose I should say my good-byes properly as befitting a 'lady'." She gave the little impish garogoyle a kiss on its head, then moved back a bit. Taking a deep breath, she prayed the liquid she soon ingested would not send her to her doom. Taking a sip, she awaited with baited breath, for something to happen.

At first nothing seemed to happen to Persephone as she sat in front of Charc still, waiting for the side effects of drinking the surprisingly sweet liquid from the little blue bottle, which she set aside from herself. She could have lived without the extra licorice taste as she had never been a big fan of the stuff, but she liked the cherry flavor that it did have. The young woman had been surprised and more than a little worried when she felt the rush of cold go through her body, freezing her skin and sending up goosebumps. She had shivered when the feeling and warmth came back to her limbs, but she did not continue to stop being concerned. Was it supposed to be like this?

"Murder? No. Making me scared out of my mind? I guess that's still fair game," Persephone said aloud, raising her hands adn wrapping her arms around herself. The girl rubbed her arms to warm herself up, remembering a phantom coldness that was no longer there. So it would seem that the table had a mind of its own, too, as she didn't notice anyone else in the hall of doors. Above them the violet candles continued to light the large chamber, the candlesticks themselves never seem to grow shorter as time went one. Did a concept like time even truly exist in a place like Wonderland?

Persephone waited a few minutes more and nothing seemed to happen. Maybe she hadn't drunk enough of the liquid? She had been courteous enough to leave half the small bottle for someone else to drink, should they come across this room as she had and needed it...

And then she started to feel them. Like the hands of a ghost lover, they started...'touching' her. Well, touch wasn't exactly the right word, since there was nothing there in front of her besides Charc and he couldn't move nor was he big enough to take both of her soft mounds and...caress them as she felt it possibly was. It was pleasant and a bit disorienting. Just what was going on? She shifted uneasily where she sat and a comely blush spread across her pale cheeks and she kept her hands firmly on the hem of her skirt, which kept her sex right out of view as that, too, began to feel something as well. Her breath became a bit shallow as she fidgetted a little, wondering at the warmth she felt between her legs.

As she sat there, trying to discern what was happening to her body, she felt something growing within her; something she least expected at this time. Desire. Lust. She suddenly recognized this feeling spreading through her body, which made her feel quite uncomfortable, making the light pink blush on her face become a bright red. She soft pants turned into slightly frustrated whimpers as she tried to decide what to do. The more she resisted the urge to touch herself, to please herself and release the exquisite agony building in her body, she wasn't going to do it in front of Charc! The very idea of masterbating in front of someone--it was so dirty! And they had just met for Christ's sake!

Oh, but it was so hard to resist. And there were so many frills, would he noticed if she played with herself under her full skirts? If only to tide herself over...

"Umm...I think the table gave me something weird..." she tried to explain, wanting to get out of there. Who knew who would walk in on her msterbating, if she went back towards the darkness she had come in--but then, when she looked, that opening had sealed off. There was no place to escape. "I feel...I feel...odd."

It was awful! It awful way to get her through that door! If that was the table's job, to always get a person through the door, then that table was probably a nasty old man who preyed on the young flesh of nubile girls, were it a human being! As it wasn't the young woman could only curse the table's conditions for her to go through and it seemed that her condition grew worse and worse. She wanted to cry, because it was so unfair and she didn't want to do it...

"I-I'm fine, Charc, don't worry about me," she replied, not wanting to scare the gargoyle with what was going on with her body. It was starting to get to the point where she couldn't touch herself, or start to pleae herself--especially when a few small, barely muffled by one of her hands, cries would escpe those soft, petal pink lips of hers. There some places where the simplest of touch would drive the girl mad and those little kisses...those phantom, unseen kisses on those places would drive her further and futher into insanity, if she didn't stop it.

"Do me a favor though," she said to the little door guardian. "Close your eyes. No matter what you hear--no matter how much I seem to be crying, don't open them until I tell you, alright?" She could feel her panties begin to soak, her inner thighs beginning to become a bit slick in a mix of sexual fluids and her own sweat that had bilt up as she forced herself to resist temptation. She fidgetted again and waited until Charc had closed his beady little amber eyes and waved her hand unsteadily in front of him to make sure he didn't peek. This wasn't going to be pretty, not for her anyways.

Once it was clear, the girl lifted up her skirt, revealing soft, creamy thighs and her mound, hidden by more frills, which were getting wetter and wetter by the second. She was aching now, aching and wanting something inside of her--anything. It was amazing how much someone would want something to the point of almost causing pain, but it only kept her attention for a little while. She felt so embarrassed that she ahd to go through this just to get through the door. Whatever happened to innocently drinking a bottle of potion and shrinking?

She pushed down her panties down to her knees and peered down at her cleanly shaved mound. She removed her gloves, her teeth biting onto her lower lip as she tried to keep as silent as possible. The sensation of being kissed everywhere was maddening and sitting up was beginning to become difficult for the girl as well. By the time she slipped one finger into her pussy, she was already on her back, crying out in pleasure. She hadn't orgasmed, but the feeling of being touched, loved by hands, figners and lips unseen--it was too much for her to even think of sitting up as she started to pump her digit in and out of her wet cunt, making loud slurping noises as she did. She moaned and panted as this continued, adding in a second finger, just pushing in and out.

Yes...yes, this felt wonderful, she thought. Her other hand, which held her skirts up as she spread her legs a bit more, stretching the material of her panties a bit, went down to join her other hand, starting to rub and press at her clit, trying to speed up the process of a rising climax.

"Nnn...aaaah...aaah...aaah!"

Persephone felt incredibly humiliated and betrayed when she found out that Charc was watching her. And with the way she was positioned, he'd have one spectacular view of her open pussy as her fingers were thrust into it with abandon. Her sexual fluids were flowing out of her like water coming from a tap; it was quite the astonishing sight! Her hips bucked and she felt her body start to spasm as she drew closer and closer to climax. The only thing holding her back was that the little demon was watching her do such in improper act in the company of others. Oh, gods, she could die of embarrassment here!

And yet, she couldn't bring herself to stop. As if something had a hold of her, she kept going and going. Her breaths were short and almost labored as she tried to bring herself off. She shook her head from side to side, unable to stand the pleasure coursing through her body as her juices pooled udner her. Oh, god, why did he have to look? Why did he have to watch her? It was so embarrassing! She didn't want him to see her like this; helpless with a lust she had no real control over.

She could feel her sugary walls begin to tighten and clamp down, pressing against the two digits working herself. The pink haired girl started to arc back on the floor, the hand working at her clit starting to move frantically in motion with the fingers pumping and rubbing. There was the soft sounds of something chiming; was it the rosary? It was a vague thought, but the sound was comforting and made her think fo home. She imagined herself, safe at home in their London flat, tucked away in the privacy of her room with no one to bother her, except her sister occasionally. Yes, a better time...when they were young...

"Aaah...oh, god....oh, god..." she whimpered as she pushed harder into herself. It was starting...she was going to cum! "Ahh...aaah....AAAAH!" She let out a keening cry of ecstacy as she suddenly orgasmed, though she didn't stop her own ministrations. She dutifully kept pumping in and out of herself, intent on riding out this self-given orgasm, her clit also being rubbed frantically to keep up the intense spikes of pleasure that attacked her young body.

It was splashing all over her fingers and hands, getting on her dress and in her hair. Oddly enough, it felt and flowed more like water than the sexual fluids normally found inside of a normal woman--not that she would deem this exactly normal, per se. It continued to flow out of her, even as she continued masterbating, until she could no longer continue. It felt wonderful to be able to let herself go like that, back arched, mouth opened wide as she came on high and slowly started to descend back down from the bliss she felt.

She felt wet. And in more places in one. Although it was hazy at first, her young mind snapped back to attention and she sat up, splashing about a bit. It wasn't sticky, she thought. She lifted a hand of the stuff. It was almost like water. It certainly didn't cling, look or smell like her own fluids to her...like the smell of sex. But that did not change the fact that she was indeed quite wet and still had her panties firmly set on her ankles. And they were soaked as well. They would not be pleasant to wear, she thought, but there was also no way that she was going commando either. However, there was the fact that she seemed to keep on giving out more and more of her juices than was physically possible. Just what was going on?

"Huh? Charc?" The young woman's mind was still a slight mess and she just remembered that the stone gargoyle was still there and had been watching the entire time. She blushed and fisted her hands. She felt the rosary in her hand and pushed aside her embarrassement for the time being. "The table? There's something there again?" A new item? She certainly hoped it wouldn't do her harm--not that this had done her much harm, but it did weird her out--as she felt her patience was starting to strain in this place. She needed to get moving again! The pink haired student allowed her panties to liein the midst of her orgasmic fluids and started to get up and moving towards the aggravating table.

Her legs felt wobbly and the liquid was up to her ankles already and was still flowing freely from her at a rather disturbing rate. She reached the table and saw the little cookie there. There wasn't much for her to go on here and she hoped to every god in the book to help her on this one, because she refused to stay stuck here for too long. At the very least, she hoped for it to stop her from getting the whole room filled up with her own strange cum. She picked up the biscuit and gave it a bite.

Persephone could barely believe what was happening as she tried to keep her head up and out of the 'water'. While she was a good swimmer the water's current was much stronger than when she had been a properly full gorwn human girl. Her undies had even escaped her legs as she had shrunk, leaving her sex and her bottom exposed should someone dare to look under her skirt. The pink haired girl was pushed towards the door--the one she had the key for and her sky blue eyes widened as she realized she was going to be slammed into it.

"Oh, g--god! Kyaaaaah!!!!" she screamed, the sounds she made slightly bubbling because of her own honey getting into her mouth. She splashed futilely, flailing her arms about randomly in the water, trying to keep afloat as she readied herself to hit hard stone. Luckily, Charc had gotten ahold of the key she had taken from the table and had unlocked the door for her. Although she couldn't say her thanks, she managed to meet his golden eyes one last time, his words the last thing she would har as she was swept by the tide, carried along with the current for a while, tossed around like some child's plaything.

While the lake of bodily fluids had been bad and a little strong for her tastes, what came from being on the other side of the door was even worse. Not many knew it that Persephone feared very few things. Leeches, the dark....and storms. More precisely, thunder and lightning. It stemmed from her childhood and even as un adult, she still trembled uncontrollably during a rain storm. While she kept it udner wraps when around others, when she was by herself, it was utterly useless. She was useless. A crying mess who couldn't even think straight.

So alternated between being conscious and knocked out, thankfully, having not been drowned by the waters that had come from her own depths. The rain had started to fan out a bit and wasn't as terrible as when she first entered the gate of Wonderland. It had steadily become less and less awful and settled somewhere between a bad day and a cloudy, lazy, restless day. The clouds were a shade of gray that anyone would despise, promising more rain in the future as well as a few good placed thudnerclaps, of which some had been heard on Persephone's rather wet journey so far.

She came to once again, coughing as some water slipped into her mouth and down the wrong tube. She almost choked, but got through it all. Looking around, she wondered where in Wonderland she was now, rather tired of this game already and ready to give up. However hope was on the horizon--or at least in front of her. The white rosary belonging to Freya had come loose somehow from the pink haired student's hand and was floating right before her eyes, reminding her of what she had to do and her resolve returned as she grapsed it back in her hands, her eyes finally finding themselves on something that looked like land. While what flew above it seemed ominous, she started to swim towards land with all the strength and determination she had, suddenly getting a second wind.

Her body was tried from bringing herself to orgasm as well as weathering the elements like this, but she now had renewed vigor, thanks to the reminder of Freya's cross. Somehow, Persephone's sister was giving her the strength to continue on!