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S Mayolin Freghym rode into Rosedale a few weeks after Jonahl had departed, and instantly she was greeted with suspicion. Having heard through rumors that her good friend Ciel Ravenswood had saved the entire town from a demonic plot, she was very curious to catch up with the half-elf. One part of Mayolin was even a bit jealous that Ciel had vanished off on an adventure and not told her. "You may enter... drow. But we're keeping an eye on you after last time," the surly guard at the gate said, and signaled for the gate to open to allow Mayolin entry. Mayolin was of course used to suspicious looks. She was a drow, after all, and most of her kin were still the enemies of most other surface people and known for their great depravity. However in Mayolin's case her reputation as a great hero of the lands usually served to allay such fears at least a bit. When she had told the guards at the gate of Rosedale her name they had almost seemed more suspicious rather than less. "Oh well, no accounting for taste." Mayolin chuckled to herself as she rode her rented horse through the early morning streets. The town was in the process of waking up, and sleepy-looking merchants were stumbling out to fill their market stalls with wares and housewives were airing out their houses in the somewhat chill morning air. Mayolin attracted her fair share of stares, being a statuesque drow beauty clad in a tight-fitting soft leather top and matching pants, tall boots and a cloak for shelter. Her dark skin was pearlescent in the morning sun and her pure white hair fluttered gently in the morning breeze. She thought her sharp elven hearing picked up a few weird remarks from bystanders as she passed, but shrugged it off. She was fairly sure that Ciel had left the town long ago, but she did want to pick up her trail. That meant resorting to a very simple but effective strategy: Asking innkeepers where Ciel might have stayed. *** "No, we have no rooms. And I never had any person like that stay here. Now if you'll excuse me." The door slammed only a few inches from Mayolin's nose, and she muttered a rude word in her native tongue. This was the third inn she'd visited where not only had she not learned anything but she had been denied a room to stay the night as well. The priestess began thinking, racking her brain for anything she might have heard about Rosedale which might explain this behavior in the citizenry. She stepped back down onto the street, and while still thinking started off towards the next tavern. The drow could think of no mention of Rosedale being especially paranoid or hateful towards drow, and she was fairly sure she would have heard something like that at least being mentioned. The town was also far from any major Underdark openings that she knew of, and thus probably not subject to many drow surface raids, if any. Maybe she had a bad reputation here, for some reason? She wasn't sure what it might be, though. Leading her horse down a muddy street she headed into a somewhat cheaper and shoddier part of Rosedale, closer to the city wall. While not by any means shoddy, the buildings here were noticeably cheaper and more run-down, and the people looked a bit less wealthy and well-fed than the ones living closer to the government and business districts. Mayolin had spent most of the morning on her fruitless search and now her stomach was rumbling and her legs were aching from the long ride the day and night before. She really hoped that there was an inn around here where she would at least be allowed inside. Stopping outside the first inn she could find, she refrained from knocking this time and simply tied her horse outside before striding inside. "Yes, what can I do for ye... oh," came a hoarse male voice as she entered the softly illuminated taproom. "Just something hot to eat, something decently strong to drink and a place to rest. I have the coin," Mayolin said casually, as if she was any other customer. "Coming right up ma'am," said the voice. Mayolin's efficient low-light vision spotted a dwarf with a ragged black beard and an eye patch hurrying back into the kitchen from behind the bar, and a few farmers and merchants sitting at the scattered tables discussing. While she drew some stares, she merely smiled at them and did a quick curtsey before sitting down at a table perfectly openly. If she was already under suspicion she had nothing to gain from acting more secretive. A short time later the dwarf returned, carrying a tray with a large steaming bowl of stew, a goblet filled with mulled wine and a platter of bread and cheese. Mayolin smiled appreactively and paid him straight away. "Might I ask you something, master dwarf?" she said as the innkeeper pocketed her gold. "Aye ye might, though I might not answer," he said. "Ever since I entered town people have stared at me like I'm a fiend from hell. Do you know why?" "Ah. Ye really don' know then?" the dwarf guffawed. He leaned in a bit closer to her before continuing. "Ye were here before. Or rather someone who looked, acted and talked like ye. Turned out ter be an actual fiend... sent by that hellspawn tryin' ter take the town." Mayolin suddenly balked. Someone had posed as her? Here? For what possible purpose would... and then it dawned on her. It had something to do with Ciel, surely. Now Mayolin was even more curious. "And what did this... other me... do?" she whispered. "Aye well," the dwarf's wrinkled face grew serious. "Murder, theft, whorin'... the usual. But see, I figgered that any imposter wouldn't be so dumb as ter walk in here in broad midday and use the same disguise twice, ya see?" Mayolin giggled a bit and nodded. Then again, most of the townsfolk were probably still terrified, and with good reason. "Good thinking. Oh and one more thing. Did you happen to see a half-elf girl, about this tall, quite pale, blonde..." "Aye" the innkeeper nodded after a bit of thought. "I think I did. I think she was with her. That other you. Friend o' yers?" "You could say that, yes. Thank you," Mayolin said. The dwarf bowed and walked back to his bar while Mayolin ate and drank, considering the weird mess she'd stumbled into. *** The main room of the exclusive Emerald Crane inn was filled with laughter and song, and the scent of expensive perfume, equally expensive and exclusive food and pungent incense snaked through the windows into the night air. The inn was almost so fanciful it resembled a ballroom, with large wooden pillars supporting the roof, elegant paintings on the ceiling and carefully wrought golden lamps casting a pleasant illumination. The regulars were the richest and most powerful people of Rosedale, especially the young. Merchants, officials, high-ranking military men and women, bankers and others sang, drank and cavorted, relishing in their fame and wealth. Suddenly the door opened unexpectedly, releasing a chill gust of wind which made the lanterns flicker. Everyone turned to stare at the door. A figure stood there, wholly concealed in a hooded black cape which reached all the way to the floor. A slender hand closed the door behind them, even as a serving girl hurried up to the newcomer to check her credentials (and monetary standing). "That will be fine, girl" said a throaty, feminine voice as the figure held out a hand to stop the serving girl. "I do not presume to be one of such an esteemed company. I am but here... to entertain." With a sudden flourish, the black cloak was cast aside, momentarily looking like the wings of some great bird before falling to the ground. As the assembled crowd gasped, a buxom, lovely drow woman with pure white hair set in a tall ponytail emerged from the covering garment. She was dressed only in a skimpy top and loincloth made from ornate metals and silks, with the rest of her body clad only in matching jewelry. With a smile and a flourish she passed the servant girl and walked into the main room, quickly and nimbly climbing a table. "Now you may have heard some very dirty things about me, ladies and gentlemen," She purred as she leaned down to stroke the chin of one of the men sitting at the table. "And I'm here tonight to assure you that every rumor is absolutely... and... completely... true." She began dancing, slowly and seductively, and soon any hesitation the crowd may have had died in thunderous cheers. *** The next day Mayolin woke up with a bit of a headache. She shuffled out of her simple, but comfortable bed in her newly rented room at the inn, and walked over to the window to let some air in. Sure, her living accommodations and the food weren't what she was used to back home, but after a long travel and constant hostility the somewhat dingy inn might as well be an ivory palace. Opening the latch she pushed the small window open, letting a breeze of chill, somewhat smelly air in. She was not in any way embarrassed over looking out of a third-story window without wearing a shirt, and even smiled a bit at the distant sunrise coloring the light white clouds a rich gold. Someone born above ground could never really appreciate how wondrous the sunrise truly was. Closing the window again she went over to get dressed and once more head into town to try and milk some more information out of anyone willing to talk. She would even bribe them if necessary. Sadly the dwarf innkeeper had not known much more than what he had told her on their first meeting, so she was still trying to figure out what had happened. All she knew so far was that Ciel had arrived in town some weeks ago, then Mayolin's double had appeared and the two had been seen together a lot, and then the big fight had happened and both had vanished. Slipping her top and trousers on, Mayolin tried to figure out the puzzle in her head. It seemed weird that Ciel would not be able to tell someone was impersonating her. Or maybe Ciel had just pretended to be fooled to get the imposter to lead her to their conspirators. Thoughtful, Mayolin scaled the stairs down to the ground floor and journeyed into the streets, taking the road leading up to the finer parts of town again. She believed she knew where Ciel had stayed during her time here, and while Mayolin had been summarily turned away from there the day before, she believed that with some coin and with her skills and persuasions she might change their mind to at least tell her a little. After all, the information was harmless enough, was it not? And maybe the initial suspicion of the first day would be gone by now. After all, people often overcome their fears when they see that the object of it is acting harmlessly and naturally, no? "Halt! In the name of the law!" The yell startled Mayolin from her thoughts just as she turned the street into the main street running from the central town square to the eastern gate. She turned to see a squad of heavily armed city guardsmen barreling down the street towards her, each with weapons at the ready and tossing morning pedestrians aside as they went. Mayolin considered the situation and quickly bolted, running down the street as fast as she can. This whole town was mad! It would probably be better just to abandon this madhouse and return to the road to seek out Ciel some other way. With a nimble lead Mayolin jumped over a merchant's cart and giggled as she heard the clatter of armor as the guards tried to move around the obstacle. Pedestrians were clearing the road as quickly as they could as the fleeing drow and her pursuers continued on their chase eastward. Mayolin in her light gear was easily outpacing the guard detail, and was already trying to figure out a way to escape the city. She would never get through the gate on foot, regardless of how fast she was, but if she "borrowed" a horse she might make it. It would be risky, but it was her only chance right now. If that failed, she would just have to hide out for a while until the frenzy died down a little. She turned a side street down towards the stable of a nearby inn, rushing towards the wooden gates to find a suitable mount. Another guard detail suddenly rushed into the street from a corner on the opposite side of the stables from Mayolin. She turned on her heel to rush back to the main street, but the clatter of armor and thud of heavy feet told her she would run right into her pursuers. She idly wondered what she might be suspected of to warrant this kind of attention even as she ran for a wooden back door leading to a house opposite the inn. It was firmly locked. She wrestled with the door for a few moments, wishing she had brought some her magical trinkets, while out of the corner of her eye she saw the pursuing guards round the corner and effectively capture her in a pincer movement. Realizing her predicament she peered around, and spotted a rickety- looking but solid metal drainage pipe leading up the side of one of the buildings to the roof. She jumped at it and began climbing. She heard several shouts below her, and then something hit her in the back so hard she lost her grip. Even as she fell, she already felt her limbs stiffen and paralyze, and quietly cursed her innate resistance to magic for managing to fail just when she needed it. Everything went black. *** Mayolin came to with a pounding headache, though considering that she didn't expect to come to at all it was a pain she was willing to endure. She felt warm air wafting her exposed skin and a distinct discomfort, and opened her eyes wearily to find herself stripped down to her underwear and tied to a chair, with her arms firmly tied behind the back of it. "We couldn't find anything in her belongings, sir," came the voice of a younger male. "Looks like she's coming to now. I guess we'll make her tell us. You, drow. Where is the money and jewelry? Tell me or you'll have hell to pay." A large, muscular man with a face like a slab of granite loomed into view in front of Mayolin, dressed in the armor of a Rosedale guardsman. The added ornamentation to his breastplate and frills to the cloth part of the uniform signaled that he was a sergeant, and thus a commanding officer over these men. Mayolin could vaguely remembering his red face bellowing at her to stop when she tried to escape earlier. "I have little money and only the jewelry I was wearing, sergeant," Mayolin said calmly and pleasantly. "There's no reason for this hostility or these... extreme measures." The drow priestess was firmly aware of her exposed situation, and that if they perceived her as in any way threatening she would never get out of this bind. The sergeant seemed to bristle at her words, and her vision was now clear enough to see she was in a stark room lit by lamplight, with a heavy, metal-reinforced oak door. A few other guardsmen were present, though looking more interested in Mayolin's lovely body than their duties, one even having a slight erection pushing at his trousers already. Humans, the drow thought to herself. So easy to distract. "I will not listen to your -lies-, drow, if that is what you truly are... We have several witnesses to you committing a series of brazen crimes," the sergeant snapped. "What sort of crimes? I have done nothing against the law in this town, sergeant. Unless you now persecute people based on their ancestry." "I am speaking of seducing and robbing several nobles, sometimes using sleep magic and sometimes using your body to render them senseless." "I have done absolutely nothing of the kind. Why would I come here to rob people? Don't you think a drow would want to keep a low profile anyway?" "Furthermore" the sergeant continued undeterred "you have been identified as identical to the false drow form assumed by a creature of the underworld, intent on subverting the town. Therefore it is only logical that you are a remaining fiend, probably a succubus, using your wiles to undermine our city." "Succu..," Mayolin burst out laughing. "Oh so that's it, is it? You think I'm another imitator? No, it's the other way around. That creature was imitating -me-. I assure you I am the original." Mayolin was beginning to feel worried. If these guardsmen were so convinced she was a fake, and a criminal, it might be hard to reason with them, especially since her drow heritage already made them uneasy. Additionally, she was beginning to feel convinced that there was indeed someone still impersonating her... in the form of a double, who was committing crimes in her form, probably because she had been spotted entering the city. And Mayolin wasn't happy with that, even though she felt a little bit flattered that someone would copy her. "Your lies are only compounding your guilt," the sergeant snapped. "You have been identified by several trusted citizens." Well that's it then, Mayolin thought. I'm definitely being set up. Slowly, making sure to seem like she was still relaxed, she began working her wrists around, remembering an old trick taught to her by a rogue friend on how to escape simpler bonds. She needed her hands free, and she needed her gear, which was currently stored on a small table on the other side of the room. "What lies? I'm Mayolin Freyghm, sergeant. Why would I need to steal some petty gold and riches from the citizens of Rosedale? Surely you can just go question the innkeeper at the place where I stayed and confirm that I stayed in my room?" "You could have snuck out. Or even teleported. You creatures can't be trusted." A little more time, Mayolin thought. A little more time... "And going about very publically, announcing my arrival and asking around for information on y very first day here? Surely you cannot think even the dimmest fiend would call attention to themselves that way if they meant to infiltrate and undermine your city?" The rope gave a little as she slid and contorted her wrists. It was loosening fast. "One never knows with demons and their ilk," he snorted. "So. If I am a demon, disguised as a drow, why don't you just remove my disguise then? I heard you had appropriated the item in question, so surely you know how it works now." The sergeant looked a bit taken back. Perhaps he was considering the possibility of actually facing a full-fledged demoness, and found the idea displeasing. Mayolin felt the rope of her bonds slip down her wrist, and casually moved them back in position. "You... have a point. Private Ward?" "Sir...?" the young guardsman who had sported the stiffy scurried up to his commander and saluted as best he could. "Remove the creature's disguise. We will look upon the face of our enemy," the sergeant said calmly, drawing his sword. "B-but sir... is that really..." Ward began, casting a nervous glance at Mayolin, who smiled sweetly back, and then at the sergeant. "That's an order, private. Besides, she is bound. If she tries anything... kill her." "Right sir," Ward said, still not convinced by the tone of his voice. The young guard walked around Mayolin, and after some deliberation carefully swept her unkempt long hair aside, reaching up with his gloved hands to feel across her neck. He kept rubbing, poking and pinching, eventually stopping to remove one glove. Mayolin waited for just the right moment, knowing that any premature action would be a death sentence. "Sir, she doesn't appear to have a-" Ward began, but never finished. Mayolin's arms slipped effortlessly out of their bands, and before Ward could react she had grabbed him by the hem of his uniform and spun him around, jumping to her feet with the chair still dangling by the ropes around her ankles. She held the guard around his neck with a threatening hiss and quickly reached down to tug his sword from its scabbard, then swung it neatly down to sever the ropes holding her legs to the chair. "Surrender! You have no way out of here, demon!" the sergeant growled, circling the drow and her captive with his sword held ready. "Oh yeah?" Mayolin said. She spoke the words of a quick spell, and soon a blinding flash enveloped the room and making the guards fumble and stagger. In the confusion, Mayolin spun the young guard she was holding straight at the sergeant, and they both tumbled to the floor with a crash. Wasting no time, Mayolin was already dashing towards the table, knocking another guard off his feet on her way. With barely any time left, she snatched up her satchel and belt with pouches, ignoring her clothes. She then pointed at the barred window of the room, rather than the door, and speaking a word of power it exploded cleanly outwards. Despite the shower of broken glass and darkness outside, and despite the soreness of her muscles, Mayolin cleanly and lithely jumped out the window into the night. *** The fact that the drow prisoner made a daring and very public escape, despite the guard's efforts to quiet the matter down, only led to more rumors and suspicions floating around. Mayolin quickly found a temporary sanctuary in an unused loft in one of the busier trade houses in the city, reasoning that the guard would likely think she would hide out in the sewer or an abandoned building. Far above the city, with only bats and rats as companions, the drow priestess plotted on how to clear her name. As she had expected, the crimes attributed to her continued, with several more brazen robberies and break-ins reported, and endlessly gossiped about. Procuring a city map during one of her nightly excursions, Mayolin began trying to plan out where the crimes had been committed to look for a pattern, and one quickly appeared. The crimes had started on the day she had arrived in the city, and were all centered around a particular area of Rosedale, the most expensive part of the merchant quarters. The drow reasoned that the guard were mistakenly thinking this to be another demonic incursion, and thus searching for their suspect in the merchant house where the demonic cult had had their headquarters and other disreputable places. But with what Mayolin knew, she found it much more likely that the imposter did in fact live in the area where the crimes were committed, and quickly hid to escape detection. Mayolin also doubted it was a demon, because the crimes had apparently been rather non-violent so far. Granted, the attacks which Ciel had solved in her visit to the city had also appeared to be bloodless at first only to prove to be merely very well-concealed, but Mayolin sincerely doubt that a demon would bother with stealing valuables at all. Furthermore, if there was another wave of replacements with demonic doppelgangers going on, why would the culprit even bother taking gold, if the 'victim' was now one of her demonic cohorts? No, that didn't fit. Which left Mayolin with the suspicion that this series of crimes might be specifically intended to implicate her and get her caught. Continuing to mark locations on her map, the drow plotted through the nights and rested through the days, with brief twilight excursions to procure food and water. After she had finally formulated her suspicion on where her doppelganger could be found, she begun making a plan to deal with her. Fortunately she still had some items in her satchel and pouches which would be helpful, if her suspicions were correct. She had a plan. She just needed to find her double. *** The drow female dashed between shadows, pressing against the side of buildings to avoid the increased guard patrols and running utterly silently through the streets to avoid detection. Once she reached a particular building she nimbly leapt up and grabbed hold, climbing up the side of the building like a monkey, her translucent loincloth swaying behind her like a peacock's tail. Fumbling for a hidden latch, she opened a window and slid into it, closing it just as silently behind her. With a grin she dumped a heavy bag filled with loot onto the comfortable bed, and stretched her tired body. Her supple body still bore stains from her coup earlier, and was clad only in the tight top and loincloth she had used in her seduction act. She was enjoying this much more than she should. "Nice outfit. But that body just has to go," came a voice from behind her. A heavy blow stunned the scantily-clad drow, and she sagged towards the floor before being caught by a figure emerging from their hiding place in the shadows. The plan was afoot. *** Sorina woke up with a pounding head and feeling decidedly naked. As her heavy eyelids opened, the first thing she saw were her breasts. Her real breasts, without her drow disguise. Looking down, she saw that she was wholly naked, and laying on her side on the bed in the room where she did her changing act. She shook her head causing a lock of her auburn hair to tumble across her field of vision, and when she tried to reach over to brush it away she discovered her arms were tied behind her back. "Welcome back to the land of the living," came a smooth feminine voice. "I'm sorry for the surprise, but I couldn't have you lash out before we clear a few things up." Sorina blinked and her vision slowly swam into focus. A drow woman who was almost identical to the disguise the wood elf ranger had worn for several nights now was sitting spread-legged on a chair, watching her with a sly smile. The drow was dressed only in a skimpy set of underwear, but didn't seem at all bothered by it any more than she seemed bothered that Sorina was nude. Near the chair the drow was sitting on was a folded-up pile of the clothes Sorina had worn in her drow disguise, and a folded pile underneath indicated the disguise itself was there too. Suddenly everything snapped into place for the trussed-up ranger. "You! You're her! The one who came to the city!" she growled. "I am indeed. And you're the one who has been impersonating me, and getting me into trouble." "Yes. Of course I am. You're a demon... or worse. You need to be exposed. You have no place among decent surface folk!" the tied-up elf shouted. "Can't make up your mind if I'm a demon or a drow?" Mayolin said somewhat flippantly. "I don't know what you are!" Sorina shouted. "But you're a disgusting freak either way, and there's no way it was a coincidence that you showed up right after the previous version of you was killed!" "Maybe I am the original, and the rumors of someone impersonating me drew me here?" Mayolin asked with an airy tone, not willing to talk too much about Ciel around this woman. "Lies. Either way, my plan worked. You're outed as a criminal now, and soon they'll catch up with you and lock you up, and expose you for what you are!" The drow rolled her eyes, and sighed. She stood up and walked around the room casually, poking at the furniture and taking out a book and flipping through it, seemingly on a whim. "So where did you get that disguise, then? The costume? You surely didn't make that so soon after I appeared in Rosedale, did you?" "Hah!" Sorina grunted triumphantly. "Of course not. I have worked for the city guard before as a scout and outrunner. I simply stole it from their storage. As the case was thought to be closed and finished, security was lax. And nobody suspected me because I'm well trusted." "I see. So you made off with the disguise, used it to become me, and then went on to fuck as many people as possible?" "Only to rob them, and humiliate them. I left one tied up naked for his wife to find, with a nice little perfumed note. And it's all using your form, so I can just return to my own form and nobody's the wiser," Sorina gave a wry laugh. "Whatever it takes to get you exposed and caught." "And what of the consequences? How many are dead now by your hand? And what kind of chaos will you leave behind once I am 'dealt with'?" Mayolin replaced the book. "Dead? Pfah. Nobody's dead. And the 'victims' are rich and decadent city folk who barely batted an eyelid at many of their fellows being murdered. Their only concern was their own safety and grabbing as much of the property of the defunct merchant houses after the coup was exposed..," Sorina spat on the floor. "Hmmm. Well, I think the situation isn't entirely out of hand then. But you have done some damage, and it needs to be repaired swiftly..," the drow mused to herself, tapping her lower lip as she paced the room. "Repaired? What? What are you babbling about, I-" "Silence!" Mayolin snapped, with such force that the bound surface elf started. "You have almost ruined a very fragile situation with your clumsy meddling, and now we need to work quickly to amend it lest years of work be destroyed." "Situation? I won't help you, you're an agent of evil!" Sorina growled, returning to her old defiance. Mayolin stopped and stared at the bound, auburn-haired elf. She rolled her eyes and sighed, then walked over to a small leather satchel slung casually over the chair where she had sat. She opened it and fished around inside, her fingers emerging holding a small silvery metal object dangling from a chain. It glittered like a tiny star in the room. "Do you know what this is? Do you have any idea what you've stumbled into?" Mayolin asked, dangling the object before Sorina's face. It was a small medallion elegantly wrought from an almost radiant silvery metal, and on its face it bore a symbol which Sorina immediately recognized, and which made her feel a lead weight in her stomach. "...the Society of the Shining Moon... You're... you... How do I know you didn't steal this? They'd never give it to a..," Sorina stammered, suddenly unsure. "Oh come on girl, use your brain. Of course they wouldn't. Didn't the disguise that you stole tip you off? This identity... the rogue drow priestess traveling the surface world... is just a fabricated role. Don't you see? It's a guise for the Society to use for infiltration and stealth. For delicate operations! When the suit you stole was originally lost we sent several agents to recover it, but we couldn't locate it until it was found in this city. I came here to recover it before it could further endanger our operations." "Fake... a fake identity... Oh. I knew it was fake! I knew it! It was just too unbelievable that a drow would ever willingly forsake their evil ways! B-but stolen... and now I used it for..," she trailed off, evidently thrown off track by this new information. "How do I know you're telling the truth? You could be spinning a lie to get me to let my guard down. Get me to reveal sensitive information. Or just steal the loot I took," Some of the old fire returned to her tone as she regarded Mayolin sharply. The drow rolled her eyes and went back to fetch another object from the satchel. Sorina's heart jumped as she saw the drow advance on her with a dagger, suddenly thinking that she likely had hit on and exposed the secret agenda of the other woman. But as she was rolled over onto her stomach and awaiting the killing blow, Sorina was stunned to instead feel a jerk as the drow cut the ropes binding the surface elf. "There. Now that I know you've not done irreparable harm to our cause and that you're reasonable, there's no need for that anymore. As for your loot, I have no interest in it, though I would prefer that you return it to its owners..." Sorina rubbed her wrists as she sat back up on the bed, regarding the drow. "...I... I messed this up, didn't I. But one thing I don't understand... if 'Mayolin' is a false identity... who are you really?" The drow laughed with amusement and replaced the dagger in a sheath laying next to the satchel. "Oh you're a curious one aren't you? But I suppose trust is built on honesty. I will ask, however, that in the name of the Society and all that is good you never reveal this secret to anyone." "I promise. I want to make amends for my mistake" Sorina said, penitent. Mayolin nodded, and kicked the chair aside. She stood with her legs wide, reaching up to undo the clasp holding her bra together, and letting it fall to the floor as her large, soft breasts flopped free. She reached down and hooked the edges of her panties with her fingers and slowly pushed them down her long, soft legs, then kicked them loose with her feet. Standing there as naked as Sorina was, Mayolin gave the other elf a secretive wink before brushing her long white hair over one shoulder and reaching up behind her neck with both hands. There was a rubbing sound and then Mayolin tugged outwards with both hands, Sorina gasping as she saw two stretches of black skin gripped tightly in each of the drow's hands. As she pulled forward, Mayolin's face distorted and became empty, flopping forward like a mask over the drow's chest. To her astonishment, Sorina saw a handsome young elf or half-elf male with strong features and coppery red hair, a long scar across one cheek and deep green eyes. He winked at her, and then the arms of the drow continued pulling the suit downwards and outwards. Mayolin's breasts collapsed into empty sacks as a broad masculine chest emerged from the seam, and soon the wide hips of the drow woman became loose like a suit as well. The elf tugged at the delicate, long-nailed hands and pulled them off a pair of slender but strong male arms like a pair of opera gloves. He then continued pulling the suit down with a large male member flopping out from behind the drow's collapsed groin. He finished by pulling the now totally empty and floppy drow skinsuit down his legs, revealing a pair of more powerful and thick ones. As he kicked the empty suit to the side to join Mayolin's underwear, he gave her another smile. "There, that feels a lot better," he said in an amused voice. "I've been in there for way too long. Unfortunately I can't tell you my real name, but you can call me Copper for now." "Copper... I'm Sorina. Sorina Hawkbow. I... I'm sorry. I messed all this up because I hate drow so much and... and I couldn't accept one was walking free in our fair home. I didn't even think..." "You couldn't know, Sorina. I'm sorry you got caught up in this. But you have broken the law and endangered our operations in this whole area. It's imperative to the Society that the Mayolin identity isn't discredited." Sorina fell quiet. She considered the situation carefully, letting her eyes wander over the room as she did. It was all her fault, it was true. "There's only one way to resolve this," Copper said in a somewhat hushed tone. "Someone... needs to come forward and confess, but confess in such a way that it's obvious they were just impersonating the real Mayolin Freyghm." Sorina suddenly realized what she must do. "I'll do it. First thing in the morning. I'll set everything right. I'll get the loot and go down to the guard barracks and give myself up, without mentioning you. I'll... I'll claim this was my plan all along, and that I stole the disguise to accomplish it..." "No, that wouldn't work. It would still leave implications. Better you claim to have used stolen polymorph magic to do the deed. I'll make sure the drow skinsuit vanishes as if it never existed. In time, everyone will forget it ever did," Copper finished thoughtfully. "Yes! Yes, it could work! We could still salvage it!" "Sorina" Copper began, stepping up so close to her she could feel his hot breath on her bare skin. "This is a big sacrifice you'd be making. The Society wouldn't forget it. It's very important to us that Mayolin remain a trusted, even loved in some places, public figure." "It... it was my fault. I need to do it. Please, let me atone," She sounded almost begging, and her hands came to rest on the elf man's muscular chest. "Of course..," he said soothingly. "If that is your wish. We will try to arrange to plead your case for a milder sentence," He gently stroked her hair. "I understand. I'm so sorry... I..." Suddenly Sorina leaned in and wrapped her arms around Copper's neck, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. The male elf seemed surprised and blinked at the sudden intimacy, but Sorina did not relent, hugging him tight and letting her breasts rub against his chest muscles. She kissed him again, and felt his hands moving across her rump and back to tug her closer, while her hand nestled in his tousled red hair. Suddenly he pushed her away. "Lady... Sorina... we can't..," he gasped. "Why not? I... I want to make amends. And it's my last night as a free woman. Please...?" she mumbled, feeling a hotness spread across her loins. Copper looked as if he was wrestling with a heavy decision for a few, breathless moments. But then he stepped back in close to her, and she could feel the musty odor of his body which reminded her of sun-drenched forest glades and rustling autumn leaves. She felt his manhood push hard into the soft flesh of her thigh, and soon their lips met again and their tongues entwined as they began slowly pushing against each other, tighter and tighter. His hands once again roamed down to her buttocks, and he squeezed Sorina's rump playfully, causing her to gasp and respond by gently rubbing a hand over his dick, teasing the rigid shaft. "Take me" she whispered. Copper leaned in to kiss her neck repeatedly, slowly working his way up to her cheek, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets at the pleasure. She locked onto his body with her arms and legs as he carried her to the bed, laying her down on the soft covers. She cooed at the feel of the soft fabric of the cover on her back, and slowly spread her legs, eagerly awaiting him. He climbed after, his shaft now fully erect, and he leaned down to massage her firm nipples. She grabbed hold of the cover for support as his strong fingers played with her breasts, and soon he was edging closer and closer to her. The head of his manhood teased the outer lips of her femininity, leaving her hanging for what felt like an eternity before he pushed into her, letting himself fill her utterly. With a grunt he pushed into Sorina to the hilt and slowly but purposefully began thrusting in and out. She gasped and wondered how long it had been since she had sex, but soon her mind was too lost in the scarlet haze of arousal to care. His hands rested under her arms and she strained to hold onto the bed, her legs stretching out and wrapping around his waist for support. The thrusts came quicker and quicker, harder and harder. He was not a fully gentle lover, but then she loved it that way. She felt herself thrust back and forth like a doll, her head bouncing against the pillow. It was like time had stopped in the small, stuffy room, and Sorina couldn't imagine another reality than being locked in ecstasy with this wonderful man she had discovered. "F-finish..," she gasped between ragged breaths. His thrusts were almost frantic now, and she felt the pressure build up inside her like a flood. Soon, with a loud yell, Copper came, pumping spurt after spurt of hot, ropy seed deep into her. Sorina orgasmed a few instants later, her juices mixing with his and bubbling like frothing sea foam down onto the covers. The couple were locked in orgasm until neither could hold their breath anymore, and his pumping began slowly down. He sagged a bit and as he slowly pulled out of her, he crawled up close to her and wrapped his arm around her. Sorina was floating in an ocean of bliss as she could hear the blood rush in her ears and her heartbeat was that of a frightened sparrow. "That... was wonderful.," she gasped, and began drifting off to sleep, exhausted after the day. *** Copper regarded Sorina's form as she left the building, the early morning light reflecting on her auburn locks. She was dressed only in the skimpy dancer's outfit she had worn in her drow disguise the night before, and over her back was slung a heavy bag containing all the stolen money and valuables. She cast a mournful gaze upwards, and Copper gave her a reassuring wave. A thin smile flickered over her lips, but then she turned and walked down the flagstones of the road towards the guard garrison, attracting stares from the newly woken citizens of Rosedale as she went. Copper waited until she was well out of sight, and then burst out laughing. The lithe copper-haired elf almost skipped over to his satchel, pulling out a small vial of translucent, innocuous-seeming liquid. He grinned widely and swigged the contents of the vial, coughing a bit and walking back to the bed to sit down as he suddenly felt decided unsteady on his feet. The potion had worked a charm, even if the outcome had been a bit unexpected. Now the question was just if the dispel potion worked as well. As he looked down on his strong, somewhat rough hands, they began slimming in shape and become more delicate. His thick thighs were losing some definition as well, and the skin on them began darkening visibly. He chuckled as he felt a push and a tug on his chest, and his well- sculpted muscles began pushing outwards into a pair of large, soft breasts, even as his waist thinned and his hips began flaring outwards with an almost audible pop. His shoulders changed and became more slender even as his hair unraveled and went from a messy, neck-length mass of rough red curls into a waist-length, straight and silky white head of hair. His jaw line slimmed down as did his nose, and the adam's apple on his throat quickly receded. Even as his skin darkened all over his body, which was quickly attaining a soft, feminine form, his thick manhood began retreating inside his body. With a resounding sucking noise the dick vanished and reformed into a tight, hairless slit. Mayolin sat back and laughed a pearly laugh, in her own voice this time. The potion of disguise her wizard friend Quav had prepared for her had worked a charm, not only fooling Sorina but making the mischief-maker confess everything and thus save Mayolin's hide. The addition of a real Society of the Shining Moon medallion which Mayolin had 'borrowed' from another friend had sealed the deal. The drow priestess would be cleared of all charges, and that poor elf fool Sorina would pay for her crimes. Sure, she hadn't uncovered where Ciel had gone off to, but considering the mess she had been in a few days ago, Mayolin didn't care. She was very thankful that Sorina had never insisted on seeing both drow skinsuits at once... since there had of course ever only been one. Before sneaking into the elf's hideout, Mayolin had quaffed the potion to become the boy elf, then after 'he' snuck into Sorina's room 'he' knocked her out, stripped her out of the Mayolin disguise and slipped it over 'his' form. Mayolin giggled as she got up, still a bit sore after last night. She hadn't planned on seducing the girl, but what's done was done and it wasn't unpleasant anyway. She enjoyed the thought of Sorina setting a trap for herself anyway. Mayolin rummaged through the alcoves for some clothes and was soon fully dressed in a somewhat ill-fitting but covering outfit. She would have to sneak out of the town somehow without attracting too much attention, and then get back on Ciel's track. But for now, everything was relatively clear, and Mayolin even hummed a merry tune as she left the room, carrying all remaining evidence securely in her pack. As she left, Mayolin idly wondered how thorough Quav's potions would be. "I wonder if I can catch up to Ciel before she slips away again... oh well, we're about to find out" Mayolin said to herself with a grin as she exited into the bustling morning streets of Rosedale. End.