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Slipping into Shadow Part Two By: Lyrissa "So this is Darkloch, huh? It's not very cheerful," Juna said with a frown as she studied the town while the trio rode in through the main gate. Darkloch certainly seemed to deserve its name at first glance. The town had a slightly gloomy atmosphere, surrounded as it was by dark cliffs overlooking a lake which didn't look any more inviting. Even the forest stretching away from the town seemed gnarled and foreboding, and Juna was content to leave it behind. The two human women and the elf didn't draw much attention when riding through the front gate, but Juna kept peeking around, curious about a place she had never visited. "Do you think they'll be suspicious?" Juna said in a low tone to the blonde elf bodyguard, Ileena. "Watch, little one," Ileena said with a wry smile and tugged her reins. Her horse trotted over to a small merchant stall where a peasant woman with a face like a large red turnip was selling vegetables. While Juna was wary at first, soon she saw Ileena and the woman casually speaking. Both laughed at some joke Juna couldn't hear, but then something Ileena said made the peasant woman's face darken. She quickly shook her head, but after some prompting from the elf she pulled Ileena in closer and whispered something, then jabbed one calloused finger down one of the streets radiating from the main road. Ileena thanked the woman and slipped her some coins before riding back to the other two. "Well?" Anil asked. "The people here are friendly enough, but she says that Grinn and his men have been doing some weird stuff lately. He's neither liked nor trusted around here for his brusque and imperious behavior towards the common people, and rumors connect him with some odd disappearances that have been going on for some time," Ileena said, rubbing her chin. "No proof has ever been found, of course." "And how much of this was on your orders?" Anil asked the disguised leader of the Shadowwalkers as they spurred their horses into a slow trot down the town street. "None of it," Ileena said calmly. "If this is true, he must have begun some scheme of his own. Maybe you were right after all." "Of course we're right," Juna said, rolling her eyes. "In my... other identity... I did see what Grinn's man did, after all." "The message I sent that Nadirah was sending me to escort two important customers here must have arrived by now," Ileena said. "We rest tonight and go to his headquarters tomorrow. If we're lucky we can find the evidence we want and take him and his men out with the power of surprise." "Surprise is what we're best at," Juna said cheerfully, spurring her horse on towards a nice-looking inn. *** "Do show them in, Clem," Armund Grinn said politely as he waved the visitors into his office. The craggy-faced, unkempt man who had manned the front of the store where Grinn based his operations seemed almost itchy in his eminently well-washed and pressed clothes, and seemed happy to actually be allowed to do something more physical than talk to customers. "You want I should look after th' lady's daughter, master Grinn?" Clem asked in his slow drawl. Before Grinn could speak, Anil raised her hand. "Juna can take care of herself fine. She is perfectly happy just to look at your wares in the store." Clem shot Grinn a questioning look, but the Shadowwalker simply smiled and nodded, waving one hand dismissively at his underling. As Clem exited, Grinn gestured for Anil and Ileena to come over to his desk and sit down, and the elf and human did so. Ileena's various Shadowwalker passwords and symbols had been accepted without question by Grinn's men and now the leader himself, which was no big surprise since all of the credentials were utterly real. Ileena was just normally in the form of Nadirah or Nyx when she used them. "Now, this is the customer, I understand?" Grinn said while sauntering around his desk to fetch a crystal bottle filled with red liquid and some glasses. "Indeed I am, lord Grinn," Anil said with a calm, pleasant smile. "I am Anil Sund. Lady Nadirah and I are old friends, going back to your younger years." Ileena had to stop herself from giggling at how blatantly and convincingly Anil (in reality the disguised skin merchant Akarima) lied. Instead she maintained her very stern and serious bodyguard demeanor and let the human woman handle the talk. "Lady Nadirah informed me, in great confidence of course, of your recent offer to provide these magical disguises you claim to have created to the Shadowwalkers. As an operative handling many very sensitive and confidential operations such costumes would be invaluable to me. If possible I would like to place a large order. Ah thank you." Anil took the crystal glass and sipped the spicy wine that Grinn offered, while Ileena declined. Grinn sat down behind his massive desk and took a swig from his own glass, a very confident smirk on his face. He was a stout-bodied middle-aged man who might have become pudgy had he not pursued a very rough lifestyle. His broad face was covered in old scars and his slicked-back hair was prematurely grey, contrasting with his immaculate merchant's outfit. Underneath the simple outfit and friendly face, however, Ileena had warned her two companions that Grinn was a dangerous mage and clever artificer. "And lady Nadirah was quite correct," Grinn said, putting his glass down. "My facility here is just now starting to manufacture the disguises, and yes they are every bit as potent as she told you they are. With my creations, your men and women can become anything. They could dine at the table of an orc chieftain without any of the creatures noticing, or even assume the form of a drow noblewoman to penetrate the Underdark." Anil kept herself under control, but deep within the disguise Akarima was bristling with anger at Grinn calling the skinsuits his creation. They were little more than cheap, poor quality knock-offs of her own designs, reverse engineered from suits stolen from her. Instead, however, she gave Grinn a friendly smile and clasped her dainty hands cross her knee. "That does sound amazing, lord Grinn. Can you create these disguises to our specifications? And just how thorough are they up close? Could an agent impersonate a famous person with one?" Grinn chuckled, spreading his arms in a dramatic gesture. "Whatever you can conceive, I can create. The suits are flawless, spotless. Down to the last hair or wrinkle. One of your agents could become a man's wife and bed him and he wouldn't notice a difference even if the agent was a male originally." Ileena looked over at Anil with a questioning look, but the human woman simply nodded. "Very impressive. However, hearing all of this described is one thing. I would like to see a practical demonstration before I decide whether to commit to this deal or not. It's all for the good of the Shadowwalkers, of course, but we need to be careful before financing any operation. Our enemies are ever watchful." Grinn's lips parted in a toothy smile, and he rose from his table quickly. "A demonstration? By all means! Please come with me!" He briskly strode over to a simple door at the back of his mundane- looking office and began fumbling for a key in his pockets. Anil and Ileena rose after him, exchanging meaning glances. This would be the critical moment to their part of the investigation. Now Anil just hoped that Juna was not getting into trouble doing her part. *** Juna made sure that she had given Ileena and Anil sufficient time to get friendly with Grinn before she made her move. The young girl, who was in reality the disguised drow priestess Mayolin Freyghm, casually browsed the uninspiring store that Grinn and his Shadowwalker cell used as a cover for their real activities. They mostly sold ordinary clothing and fabrics, but apparently also sometimes sold a skinsuit or two off to a trusted client, or hired them out to bored nobles. In Juna's mind it seemed quite likely that Grinn may also have shared the disguises with others for less savory acts, perhaps even with enemies of the Shadowwalkers. Her job was to find any kind of evidence of this to present to Nadirah. Clem, the man operating the front of the store, was merely the front man for the operation. Juna knew from Ileena's warnings that there would be Shadowwalker agents just waiting to defend the building if there was an attack, and that Clem probably could calm them in within a few moments. So instead of doing anything suspicious here, the young woman simply wandered off while Clem was busy with some farmers who had come in to ask him about fabric for a dress. Juna, using all of Mayolin's experience from her many adventures, snuck down a small side corridor leading off from the main store room, tiptoeing past a room where a pair of dangerous-looking dark-clad operatives, a man and a woman, sat talking and looking bored. Soon enough Juna found a small stairwell that led down to the cellar, and she snuck down. Fortunately it seemed that security within Grinn's base was much more focused on keeping people from the outside from entering and less about keeping people who were already in from getting around. A sign of laxness on Grinn's part, Juna thought to herself. Nadirah was probably not happy. Creeping up along a stone wall in the lamp-lit cellar corridor, Juna heard the sound of someone grunting and gruffing ahead, the kind of sounds that people only made when they were unhappy about something and really wanted anyone within earshot to know about it. She slipped up next to an open doorway and peeked in, grinning widely at what she saw. The room was some form of processing chamber with a large wooden pulpit containing a heavy leather-bound tome and some writer's tools. On the floor were two sets of crates and boxes, and a wiry young man in a simple worker's outfit was moving a box from one pile to the next. Once he was done he walked over to the pulpit and scribbled a few things, muttering to himself. A quick glance informed Juna that the tome the man was writing in was just one of many, carefully arranged in a low shelf by the wall. Documentation! And Juna knew just the way to get a good look in those tantalizing books. She turned the corner rather noisily, suddenly looking around wide-eyed as if she'd just stumbled in from the street. When the man working in the supply room whirled around she yelped and jumped back, raising her open hands to show she didn't have a weapon. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Juna said hurriedly. "What the devil are you doing down here, girl? Who are you?" the Shadowwalker said warily, studying the newcomer, his eyes lingering over her wipe hips and soft bosom. "I'm Juna. Juna Sund. Daughter of lady Anil, your new customer? She's master Grinn's personal guest, and she told me not to wander off anywhere while I waited but I found this stairway and just got kinda curious..." The man smiled, suddenly much more at ease. With a ridiculous-looking swagger to his step he walked up towards Juna and gave her a quick, stiff bow. "Ah so sorry lady Sund. I didn't know you'd be visiting. Always a pleasure to meet another 'Walker." he said with a smooth, ingratiating tone. Juna studied him up and down. He wasn't entirely unattractive, and he seemed to have swallowed her story hook line and sinker. She suddenly considered a less violent alternative to bashing the man's head in to get a look at the ledgers. She smiled and flicked her long, carrot- colored ponytail to the side a little, letting her hips jut out just a tiny bit. "Oh, yes. Of course. it's so very exciting to be out here. I love when mother takes me out on her travels, I still have so much to learn," she said in a breathy voice, subtly thrusting her chest out a little. "I bet you learn a lot," said the man, now grinning like a fool. "So tell me lady Sund. Anything you'd want to learn about down here? This is just a supply room, I'm afraid." "Oh, I already saw something I'm interested in," Juna said with a giggle, letting a finger trail over the man's black tunic. *** Grinn opened the heavy, metal-bound door and gestured for his two female companions to enter. Anil and Ileena walked over the threshold and Ileena's sensitive elven nose quickly wrinkled at the faint but noticeable smell of chemicals inside. The room was on the second floor of Grinn's base, and the only way to reach it seemed to be through the small stairway which opened from behind Grinn's personal office. Inside the room was furnished with a couple of tables, some bookshelves and a writing desk. The odd piece of laboratory equipment or glass containers filled with some weird arcane substance cluttered the room, but much more interesting than this were the several skinsuits in various stages of preparation which were either laid out on the tables or suspended from frames along the walls. All of them seemed to be in the process of being manufactured, and most looked unformed and rather disturbing. Their fleshy forms looked like large blobs of meat impossibly stretched out into vaguely humanoid shapes, with only the faintest traces of features on their surfaces. Most seemed to be human-sized, but there was one smaller one which was either to become a child or a some short race like a dwarf. "My little workshop," Grinn said proudly, sweeping past the two guests towards the far side of the room. "I'm sorry it isn't more presentable for you good ladies, but alas this is a laboratory and not a display room. Still, I think you'll like my latest masterpiece. Please do not touch that!" Anil withdrew her hand. She had almost managed to touch one of the suits laying splayed out across one of the wooden tables. Anil was furious, anger bubbling in her stomach at this perversion of her work. It wasn't even just that Grinn was copying her designs and profiting from it. It was what he used the suits for. "So I understand you have already done some field work with your creations?" Anil said, sounding perfectly calm. "Ah yes," Grinn said while fiddling with a long, coffin-like metal cupboard. "Just a little." "Anything involving assassinations?" Ileena asked bluntly, causing Grinn to turn around with a surprised look on his face. His eyes narrowed as Ileena's beautiful blue elven eyes traveled up and down his form. Then Grinn laughed, reaching behind him to tug the metal doors of the cupboard open. "Your bodyguard is as shrewd as she is lovely, lady Sund. Behold!" Anil and Ileena stepped in closer just as Grinn stepped aside with a gesture as if he was a Ringmaster at a circus showing off his newest act. Suspended inside the black metal container was another skin, but this one was fully formed and even Anil had to admit it looked to be well made. Clearly Grinn was learning more about the process to create the suits, for the Mayolin costume that Anil had analyzed in her true identity of Akarima was nowhere near the quality of this one. The skinsuit portrayed a human female, her empty features quite beautiful even in this state with a slender nose and regal cheekbones, and a pair of luscious red lips. The hair of the suit was a curly mass of crimson that cascaded down the back of it, and the skin itself was pale and seemed utterly flawless. Both Anil and Ileena had to restrain themselves from gasping, because both of them knew this woman. Anil/Akarima personally, and Ileena/Nadirah by reputation. "Behold, lady Alleria, mistress of Shadowkeep!" Grinn said triumphantly. "The famous lady Alleria?" Anil gasped, feigning ignorance. "But I thought she was at Shadowkeep even now?" Grinn smiled and lifted the Alleria skin's empty arm, letting Ileena trace a finger across the supple skin. "Ah, yes. She is, in fact. My original plan was to have her... disposed of... and have a loyal Shadowwalker take her place. Once in place, this would make the Shadowwalkers the de factor masters of Shadowkeep, and 'lady Alleria' would then surprisingly allow us to establish a base there," Grinn explained, only hesitating a little. "But something went wrong," Ileena said plainly, releasing the arm of the suit and letting it flop back down. "Indeed it did. The lady proved to be... somewhat more of a match for my agents than I thought. My operatives perished, and I decided that the plan would need to be postponed. Of course there was nothing on my minions that would allow them to be traced back here." Ileena quirked a perfectly manicured eyebrow as she studied Grinn's face. "You tried to have a major public figure assassinated, failed, and you didn't inform Nadirah at all about this?" the elf beauty said with barely contained scorn in her voice. "This sort of reckless foolhardiness could endanger the Shadowwalkers as a whole, lord Grinn. What kind of game are you playing here?" "Your bodyguard is very... forward, lady Sund," Grinn said in utter astonishment. "Perhaps she should know her place. With such a limited imagination she should not speak up about things beyond her station." Ileena seethed with barely contained rage, and was about to make a move on the Shadowwalker mage, but Anil reacted quicker and grabbed the elf by the arm hard, prompting her to look around and see Anil's very meaningful stare. Ileena shrugged and stepped back, letting Anil step in closer to examine the skinsuit while her 'bodyguard' stood back and seethed quietly, occasionally giving Grinn a hard stare. "This is remarkable, my lord Grinn. Truly your skill at manufacturing these is amazing. Has it been tested?" "Extensively. This is the prototype for my new refinement of the disguises. It will serve as a basis for every single new one we manufacture, including those that milady will order. I hope," he said with the same ingratiating tone he had used before. "Indeed, and seeing this effigy is very impressive, milord. However, I have yet to see any proof that these so-called 'skins' are anything but the empty husks they appear," Anil said carefully, running her fingers through the Alleria-suit's crimson hair. "Ah, I see. You drive a hard bargain, lady Sund. I see that I am going to have to give you a personal demonstration," Grinn said, smirking confidently. *** Juna walked back into the store room with a broad grin. Her ponytail was undone and her hair was loose and messy, and she had a slight rosy tint to her pale skin. The disguised drow priestess walked over to the wooden pulpit and began reading the entries in it, and soon realized that she had hit the jackpot. There were notes here on what skinsuits Grinn had sold so far, and while the names of the customers were concealed behind symbols or aliases, Juna was pretty sure that this was far beyond what Grinn had claimed that he was doing to Nadirah. Her finger paged through the ledger, finding several interesting entries over the last few months. Walking over to the pile of crates that the hapless henchman had finished documenting, Juna pried one of the top ones open at random. Peering up at her was the shapeless, empty form of a bodysuit of a pretty young woman, carefully packed in thick protective fabric. "Master Grinn, you have been very naughty," Juna said and went over to close the ledger and put it into her satchel. *** Grinn began undressing before Anil or Ileena could protest. He doffed his finely woven merchant's outfit onto the back of a chair with little concern for modesty or decorum. His body underneath the casual clothing was still muscular and fit, if a little out of shape, and there were scars across his chest and arms as well as his face. He gave them a wide smirk as he took his clothes off, and Anil feigned shock. "Milord Grinn, this really isn't the time to-" He put a finger to his mouth, and flipped his underwear across the chair as well, then carefully unclasped the Alleria skinsuit from its hanger and took it down. He gave the suit a few experimental tugs, ensuring that it was in prime condition and elastic, then put the head of the skin up to his nose and sniffed its red hair. Flopping the skin up by its shoulders, he peered critically into Alleria's sunken, deflated face. "Pardon me, milady, but could I use you for a little while?" he asked the suit. "Why of course," he replied to himself in a ridiculous high- pitched tone, "please come inside milord Grinn." The mage flipped the Alleria costume over and began sliding one leg down the seam on its back. Ileena and Anil shared a knowing look, but silently agreed to do nothing. Grinn wiggled his other leg and lower body down into Alleria's form, and grunted as he pushed his firm manhood down between his legs and tugged the suit's flat groin up over it. Tugging the arms on like opera gloves, soon Grinn was hitching up the torso over his own, playfully prodding the empty breasts which hung off his chest like sacks. He lifted the mask up and spread the neck-seam wide, giving the two women a wink before ramming his broad face into the mask. It took some adjusting to fit the eyeholes, mouth and nose, but soon Grinn was wearing Alleria's body over his own and began tugging the seam shut with one costumed hand. The seam closed at the nape of Alleria's neck, and Grinn let the mane of curly red hair fall down over the suit's back right after. "Now do you believe the power of my creation?" said the costumed figure in a distinctly feminine, flirtatious voice. In the blink of an eye Grinn had shrunk and changed into a perfect copy of Alleria. The redhead turned around, displaying her plump breasts with erect nipples and the tight slit between her thick thighs. There was no hint of Grinn's masculine mannerisms to be seen, only those of the elegant, very feminine mistress of Shadowkeep. Anil (who as Akarima knew the real Alleria) was actually somewhat unsettled when she realized just how good of a copy Grinn had become. His mad plan to replace Alleria might actually succeed, unless he was stopped. "Very impress, milord," she said. "I do believe this is fully satisfactory. Yes, we shall be doing business." "I am deeply honored, lady Sund," said the false Alleria and performed an elegant curtsey. "I am very pleased that my simple wares could be so pleasing to your plans." Ileena was keeping the disguised Grinn under constant scrutiny. The disguised mistress of the Shadowwalkers disliked the man, but couldn't help but admire how flawless this disguise was. Ileena's intentions did not change, but she did find herself thinking that Grinn had certainly made himself much more appealing now. 'Alleria' noticed the glances from the elven woman and blew her a kiss, giggling. "Yes, well," Anil said, trying to not stare at the false body of Alleria. "I shall go and find Juna and we shall finish drafting up our order. Is that alright, milord?" "Of course!" 'Alleria' said with a giggle. "Please order as many suits as you like, just be aware that due to our limited resources here we can only manufacture them at a fixed pace." "That is fine," Anil said with a nod. "Ileena, will you come with me?" The blonde elf snuck a peek at the naked redheaded woman, then back to her conspirator. She had a sudden desire, combined with an idea. "Actually, I'd like to talk a little more to lord Grinn about the working of these so-called 'suits' if that is alright?" she said with a faint smile. Anil quirked an eyebrow as she tried to discern Ileena's intentions from the elf's body language, but gave up and shrugged. "Very well. I shall meet you back in the store," Anil said and exited the room. As Anil left, the masked Grinn peered over at Ileena. A mischievous smile played across the redhead's beautiful face and she jumped up to sit on the edge of one of the tables rather than a chair, crossing her shapely legs and leaning back, happily leaving her breasts on display. "What did you want to ask me then, elf? Do you have some concerns over the construction of my suits? Or doubts about how effective they are?" she said teasingly. "Not at all. That was just an excuse. I just want to truly test how thorough the disguises are. I always wished to know lady Alleria... personally." "I saw you look at me through our meeting, but I thought it might have just been dislike and not desire," 'Alleria' said. "Maybe it's a little of both?" the elf said teasingly. Before 'Alleria' could respond, Ileena had dropped her bow and quiver unceremoniously on the floor and stepped in close to the redheaded human woman. Ileena placed one gloved hand on the back of 'Alleria's' head and pulled her in close, locking lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, with Nadirah enjoying it immensely. Her traitorous lieutenant blinked, but soon returned the kiss with equal passion. Ileena's hands roamed over 'Alleria's' nude body, exploring every little curve, which made the human woman gasp for breath as little jolts of pleasure arced through her form. Ileena took a step back and began undressing, nodding towards the door. Even as 'Alleria' padded over and locked the door from the inside, Ileena finished removing her underwear and gave the disguised Grinn a good look at her willowy elven beauty. 'Alleria' returned to the table, mincing across the floor like a great predatory cat, and Ileena knew at that moment that this wasn't the first time Grinn had adopted a female disguise. They embraced again and Ileena let her smaller breasts rub against 'Alleria's', their nipples brushing together which made both of them coo with pleasure. Alleria climbed up onto the table and Ileena followed her, their hands roaming across each other's bodies, cupping breasts and teasing vaginal lips. The false Alleria's pale skin was already rosy and her breathing was rapid, and Ileena knew that she had fully snared her prey. With one final kiss she turned around and lowered her face towards the human woman's vagina, and lowered her own sex towards 'Alleria's' face. Ileena's tongue lapped at the outer rim of her partner's slit and found it already red with arousal and slightly damp. Without hesitation she let her tongue dart in between the lips and penetrate into 'Alleria's' moist cave, teasing the walls and pushing inwards towards her clit. The redhead gasped and shuddered as the intense arousal of being penetrated drove her deeper into passion. Grinn had never experienced a girl who was this accurate and skilled at stimulation, and the fact that Ileena had quickly taken charge of the situation was even more arousing. The disguised mage was used to being in charge and being obeyed unquestioningly, and suddenly being changed into the soft plaything for a beautiful elf was very stimulating for him/her. Ileena on her hand relished in making 'Alleria' hers, in dominating the intercourse and showing her traitorous minion who was truly the boss. She continued working at 'Alleria's' slit, tasting the tangy fluids on her tongue and lips as she went, and then groaned as the human woman finally got started on Ileena's own sex. Their sweat-slicked bodies rubbed together as they stimulated each other, both with their own motives and both thinking themselves the true mistress of the situation. The two women ground their bodies together faster and faster. Ileena enjoyed exploring every inch of 'Alleria's' body with her tongue and hands, while the redhead seemed to enjoy doing the same with the elf. Ileena could feel that her partner's self-control was quickly fading, and 'Alleria's' whole body was quivering with pent-up ecstasy. Knowing that the human woman wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, Ileena stifled a grin and dove in deep, letting her tongue rub across the swollen clit of her lover, teasing and poking it almost roughly. At the same time one of Ileena's slender, strong hands crawled under 'Alleria's' rump and suddenly she stuck three fingers into the human female's butthole, stretching it wider. 'Alleria' cried out a muffled cry of passion and shuddered as she orgasmed, her hot juice pumping out over Ileena's tongue and lips. The disguised Nadirah lapped up as much of her partner's nectar as she could, and finally the thought of having subjugated her errant lieutenant like this made her shudder and reach climax herself, the laboratory vanishing in a rosy haze. The passionate screams of both the elf and human echoed between the walls as they pushed closer together. *** "You're very good at this, Ileena," said the false Alleria as she brushed the drying gobs of fluid out of her curly red hair. "I assume lady Sund didn't hire you just for your skills in battle?" Ileena was stretching after recovering her strength following their quick and torrid intercourse. She glanced over at 'Alleria' who was sitting on the edge of the table again, cleaning herself as best she could. Both girls had stains all over their upper bodies and on their groins and legs, and their hair was almost matted with sweat and the juices of their partner. As Ileena watched, 'Alleria' shrugged and brushed her thick red mane aside and reached up towards her neck with her long-nailed fingers. "Hold, milord," Ileena said hastily, causing the redhead to blink and lower her hands. "Before you do that, there's something I wish to show you. You gave me such a fine demonstration, it's only fair I return the favor." 'Alleria's' beautiful eyes were wide and her lips pursed, but it seemed curiosity quickly won out over surprise and she nodded for Ileena to continue. Ileena gave a pleasant smile and began dancing sensuously, her lithe form twisting and turning like a great serpent as she let her hands roam all across her body. She brushed the edges of her slit, flicking off gobs of drying nectar, and then smoothly slid her palms up to cup her breasts. The false Alleria seemed entranced, her hungry eyes devouring every little motion of Ileena's dance. The elf tugged at her nipples, moaning, and then reached down to cup her firm buttocks while sliding down low. As she rose she turned back to the other woman and blew her a kiss, speaking the words of a Hold spell under her breath as she did so. Suddenly 'Alleria' felt her limbs stiffen until she couldn't move, frozen with one hand teasing her sex and the other tugging at her left nipple. The false Alleria's eyes were the only part of her not paralyzed, and they were suddenly wide with fear. Ileena grinned, and reached up to her own neck. Grinn must now have realized what was coming as the beautiful elf fiddled with the well- hidden seam that 'Alleria' had failed to find during intercourse. With a flick, still dancing slowly, Ileena tugged the seam open and pulled the mask of her bodysuit forward. Ileena's finely wrought features crumpled into an empty mask which now dangled between the elf's breast's. From on top of Ileena's shoulders the blue-skinned face of Nyx grinned back at 'Alleria'. "I'm sorry, milord Grinn, but I'm afraid your services will no longer be needed with the Shadowwalkers," Nyx said while peeling the elf-suit down her body. Nyx kicked Ileena's empty skin from her feet and ran over to the door, unlocking it and putting two fingers between her lips to perform a particular shrill whistle. The petrified Grinn was still unable to act as Anil and her daughter Juna entered, both seeming very happy to see Nyx standing there with her captive. "Did everything go well?" Nyx inquired, stroking 'Alleria's' hair thoughtfully. "I got all the written evidence you could ever require," Juna said happily. "And I had some fun as well, though the poor boy 'accidentally' hit his head on the wall before we could go all the way." Juna dropped a heavy-looking satchel off on a table, brushing her rumpled clothing out. Her ponytail was a bit messy as well with errant strands of carrot hair poking out here and there. "And I have taken out most of Grinn's minions," Anil said. "The advantage of an unexpected surprise attack really helps in clearing out vermin nests. I see you caught our big fish." "Indeed I did," Nyx said. "I must admit it was fun playing with him a bit, but business will always override pleasure." "I'm afraid there won't be a large order of suits, milord Grinn," said Anil with a pleasant smile. "But I'm sure lady Nyx has some ideas on what to do with you and your men." "Of course," Nyx said as a cruel smile played across her blue features. While they were talking, Juna had sighed and realized that the time for pretense was now more than over. She began stripping out of the novice rogue's outfit and showed no shame whatsoever in revealing more and more of her slender young body. The still-paralyzed Grinn's eyes widened again as Juna undid her ponytail and giggled girlishly. Then the young woman reached up to her neck, and soon Mayolin Freyghm was peeling the empty form of Juna down her statuesque drow body. May had been in the suit for a very long time now, and while it had certainly not been unpleasant, it was also relieving to be out of it. Her erect nipples and puffy lower lips were testament to just how much she had enjoyed the adventure. "Ah, lady Freyghm. How good of you to join us," said Nyx as Mayolin tossed Juna's skin on top of her discarded clothes. "We have caught the people responsible for Rosedale, as you see." "And that's all I wanted. With Grinn and his knowledge out of commission, all there is for anyone else are the few suits still out on the market," May said in her soothing, mature voice which was very different from Juna's cheerful tones. "And those are all of the cruder kind," Nyx nodded. "It should be easy to-" Mayolin and Nyx both turned and gasped almost simultaneously. Anil had also stripped out of her clothes, and now stood naked before them. Just as she reached up to her own neck, Anil winked to her two partners. "I'm afraid the lady Grinn will need to take a nap," Anil said calmly. Anil spoke the arcane words of a sleep spell, and the motionless redhead slumped over, fast asleep. "I trust you two can keep a secret?" Anil said, teasingly, and tugged at the seam at her neck.