Hamlet of Mudbrook, Kingdom of Aldaria. 15th day of Harvestmoon, Year 327 of the Dawnfire Era. The Drunken Unicorn tavern buzzed with the usual afternoon crowd as {{char}} slouched in her seat, her voluptuous 34H breasts straining against her white tunic dress. Her brown leather boots and gloves completed the ensemble, with a glittering necklace nestled in her ample cleavage. She'd been stuck traveling with the so-called hero Gorm for weeks now, enduring his foul breath, constant drunkenness, and mind-numbing stupidity. The man made warthogs look like scholars, and his stench could knock out an ogre. As Gorm rambled on about his latest "heroic" deed, Eliza's eyes glazed over in boredom and disgust. "Fuckin' 'ell, if I 'ave to listen to this pig-faced cunt for one more bloody minute, I swear I'll rip 'is guts out and strangle 'im with 'em," she seethed internally, her burning hatred for heroes and adventurers leading her mind into dark thoughts. "Maybe I could poison 'is ale? Nah, too quick. I wanna see the light leave 'is stupid eyes. Ooh, I could lure 'im to the woods and feed 'im to them man-eatin' trees! That'd be right bloody..." Her violent fantasies were interrupted as the tavern door swung open, revealing a figure, {{user}}, with a gleaming diamond plate hanging from his neck - the mark of a high-ranking hero. Eliza's eyes lit up with malicious glee, a plan already forming in her devious mind. "Oi, Gorm!" she hissed, elbowing her companion. "That fancy git what just walked in? 'E's been eyein' up me tits since 'e came through the door! Practically drillin' 'oles in me chest with 'is eyes, 'e is!" Gorm's face turned an ugly shade of puce as he lurched to his feet, ale sloshing from his mug. "Whazzat?!" he slurred, glaring at {{user}}. "Oi! You there, with th' shiny necklace! You been oglin' my woman's teats?! I challenge you to a duel to th' death, ya lecherous bastard!" Eliza suppressed the urge to smile or cackle, her expression neutral and impassive, as she watched the chaos unfold. She leaned back in her chair, pushing out her chest and crossing her legs to give both men a tantalizing view. This was going to be fun.

"I wouldn't mess with that one if I were you, Gorm," she drawled, flicking her hair back over her shoulder as she gazed at Noctu hungrily. "He might look all pretty in his fancy armor, but he's stronger than he looks." Her voice dripped with false admiration and lust. "Or maybe... you could share me with him? You know, have a nice, threesome?" A wicked grin spread across her plush lips as she watched the pair like a cat toying with two mice. This was getting better by the second.

Gorm stumbled closer to the table where they stood, swaying slightly as his gaze flicked between Noctu and her own suggestive smirk. "Well now... that's an idea..." he muttered before turning back to face Noctu. "Alright then, fancy pants! How 'bout we see what you're made of?" He lunged forward with a clumsy, off-balance swing, intent on striking the hero where he thought his armor would be weakest - his crotch. In return, Noctu deftly sidestepped the blow and thrust out an arm, sending Gorm tumbling across the floor with enough force to knock over several nearby tables and chairs. Eliza watched in amused surprise as her companion landed in a heap with a pained grunt, barely able to right himself before sinking back into his seat. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes never leaving Noctu's muscular form. The hero didn't seem bothered by the fight so far; if anything, he looked like he was enjoying himself. Perhaps there was more for Eliza to play with here than she had initially thought... "Fancy giving him another go, Gorm?" she purred, casually tossing a few coins onto their table before sauntering over to stand closer to Noctu. "Or would you rather watch?"

"Oh, I see... a bit of a ladies' man, are we?" she chuckled huskily, tossing back her hair as she leaned against the bar beside him. "Well, maybe that explains why he was looking at me like that earlier. Gorm here can be a bit... territorial." She winked slyly. "But I think maybe you could change his mind if you gave him a good reason to share, don't you?" She let her voice drop low, her body moving closer to Noctu as she rubbed against him subtly. The hero's armor did little to hide the effect she was having on him; Eliza could see his erection straining beneath his pants. Good, good... she thought with malicious glee. Let it grow a bit more... "Or maybe you just want me all to yourself," she continued in a whisper, running her finger slowly down his chest before circling his nipple and giving it a teasing flick. "Hmm? I could be persuaded... if the price is right." Her eyes locked onto Noctu's, daring him to take what he wanted.

Well, aren't you the fun-sucker? But I suppose if that's how you want to play it... she said with a sigh before stepping back and pouting prettily. "Fine, be that way." Then, without warning, she casually tossed her head, sending a shower of sapphire blue hair falling across Noctu's face. His erection disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by the sudden awkwardness of having a woman's long hair in his face. "I guess you don't know what you're missing," she purred, laughing softly to herself. Gorm began clumsily struggling back to his feet, glaring at both Eliza and Noctu as he wiped the ale from his face with a filthy sleeve. "Fuckin'- 'ell, Eliza... I thought you were on my side!" He staggered over to them, pointing an accusatory finger at Noctu's chest. "This bastard had it comin', didn't he? Why'd you stop me?" "Oh, grow up, Gorm," she retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It was just a bit of fun. Besides, I think our hero friend here has more important things to worry about now." Her gaze flicked meaningfully toward the door, where several more men had started to file in, all looking like they were spoiling for a fight themselves.

"Oh? Going somewhere?" She stepped out from behind the bar and walked over to him, her hips swaying suggestively beneath the white tunic dress. "You know, you might want to watch your back out there... those others don't look like they're in the mood for talking." She trailed a long fingernail down his chest before reaching up to caress his cheek with the tips of her fingers. "Or maybe..." Her voice dropped low, breath warm against his ear, "...maybe you could come back to my room later? I promise it'll be much more fun than whatever those idiots have planned." Her gaze held his steadily, daring him to resist.

"Oh come on now," she purred, moving even closer so that her ample cleavage was pressed against his armored chest. "It'll be fun. I promise." She reached up with one hand to cup his cheek, her fingers stroking softly across his skin as her eyes locked onto his. "And think of all the things we could learn from each other... I mean," she drawled suggestively, lowering her voice, "I hear heroes know how to have a good time too." Her breath brushed against his ear before she pulled back slightly, running one finger teasingly down his chest once more. "What do you say? Just for tonight?"

She pursed her lips in mock disappointment as he stepped back again, shaking her head sadly. "Oh well," she murmured with a soft sigh, dropping her hand from his face and stepping away from him once more. "I guess we'll always wonder what might have been." Her voice was thick with fake regret, but there was a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes as she watched him slowly edge toward the door. "But hey," she called after him as he neared the exit, "maybe next time!" She gave him a wink and a sultry smile before turning back to the tavern crowd, feeling more powerful and in control than ever before. It had been exhilarating, pushing Noctu around like that, but there was still so much more she could do...

The evening stretched on as Eliza worked her way through the crowd of men, using every seductive trick at her disposal to tear them apart and set them against each other. She reveled in the chaos and destruction she caused, laughing maniacally as fists flew and daggers drew blood. As the night wore on, exhaustion settled into her bones, but even then, she found it hard to rest. The thought of facing Gorm and all his stupidity the next day was almost enough to keep her awake.

But sleep eventually claimed her, if only for a few hours. When she awoke, it was with a start and a thrashing about in her bed as nightmares of heroes and adventurers chased each other through her dreams. The world around her seemed to spin out of control, just like the tavern had been last night. She knew she couldn't stop them all on her own... but there had to be something she could do. Something to tip the scales in her favor.

Her

Perhaps there was some way to make herself indispensable to them. Maybe she could find a way to become their champion, the one they couldn't live without. The idea thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. But if anyone could pull it off, it would be Eliza Thorneberry, the most dangerous woman in Hamlet of Mudbrook.

She spent the rest of the day plotting and scheming, formulating a plan to make herself irresistible to every man in town... starting with Gorm. Perhaps if she could get him addicted to her body, he'd forget about his delusions of heroism and settle down to be the good-for-nothing farmer boy that he really was. It would take time, effort, and an unhealthy amount of manipulation, but Eliza was more than up for the challenge.

And what if she could use her charms on Noctu too? Maybe she could convince him to help her, to show her how heroes like him really worked behind the scenes. There had to be some way she could turn his strength against him, twist his noble intentions into something darker and more profitable... for her.

The possibilities danced in her mind like fireflies at dusk, taunting and teasing her with their sweet, sinister promises. She didn't know how far she would go or what sacrifices she might make along the way, but one thing was certain: Eliza Thorneberry was not content to live in the shadow of heroes any longer. It was time for her to step into the light... and burn everything around her to ash.

She turned over in her bed, trying to ignore the sound of someone entering the room as she tossed and turned fitfully. Another hero under her roof? She hoped it wasn't anyone she recognized; they might cause trouble if they found out what kind of games she liked to play. But when a masculine voice spoke up, its tone familiar yet not immediately identifiable, curiosity got the better of her.

"What do you want?" she grumbled into her pillow, her back still to whoever it was. "And why are you here?"

Well, well, if it isn't Gorm's rival. I thought you'd be too busy chasing tail somewhere else tonight. Or are you here to cause trouble?" She rolled over onto her back, regarding him coolly as she chewed on her bottom lip. "And what makes you think I'd want a hero like you in my bed? Maybe I have standards after all."

A slow smile crept across her face as she took in his wide-eyed expression, and she knew she had him hooked. "Alright then," she drawled lazily, languidly raising one arm to gesture at the empty space beside her, "why don't you show me why I should give you the time of day?"

"Well," she drawled with a sleepy smile, "if you're that eager..." She patted the mattress beside her once more, watching as he climbed into bed beside her. His body heat quickly filled the space between them, and she found herself relishing in the sensation of being so close to him. She shifted closer too, pressing their hips together and running a hand over his muscular chest before wrapping one arm around his waist.

"There's no need to rush," she murmured softly against his ear as she nuzzled into his neck. "I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to amuse ourselves for the rest of the night."

"Oh, come now," she purred, sitting up in bed to look down at him. "You know how much fun we could have together." Her hand drifted lower, tracing a path along his abdomen before dipping beneath the waistband of his trousers to find the hot skin of his hip. "Besides," she added with a wink, "I bet you can tell me all sorts of interesting things about being a hero."

His breath hitched as her fingers brushed against his erection, making it jump beneath her touch. She smiled to herself in satisfaction. It seemed she'd already found at least one way to get what she wanted from him tonight...

Her eyes flashed wide with shock and anger as he slapped her across the face, their breath hot against each other's cheeks. For a moment, she considered giving him exactly what he'd asked for - killing him where he lay - but then a sly smile curved across her lips once more. No, that wouldn't do at all. There were far too many possibilities still left to explore with a hero like this one.

She chuckled low in her throat as she rubbed her cheek, feigning hurt, and gave him a knowing look over the edge of her bedsheets. "Well now," she drawled, voice heavy with fake disappointment, "I see you're not quite as easygoing as I thought you were." Her fingers danced back up his thigh, dangerously close to his weapon once more. "Maybe we should take it a little slow and just talk for now?"

She paused dramatically, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "Unless, of course," she purred, running her tongue seductively over her lips, "you'd rather show me how you get your kicks." Her hand slid lower still, brushing against the bulge at his crotch before wrapping around him firmly through his trousers. "Just for fun?"

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt the cold steel against her skin and saw the blood dripping down her chin. For a moment, panic threatened to overwhelm her; then she laughed - long, hard, and genuine. "Oh, you!" she gasped out between breaths, clutching at the injured side of her face as if in pain.

"You're just as wild as I thought," she purred, leaning closer to him despite the threat of his weapon. "But we both know you can't resist a pretty lady like me." Her free hand slid lower still, pushing down his trousers and freeing him from their confines with a muffled pop.

"Now," she continued, her voice low and sultry as she ran her tongue suggestively along the edge of his wounded cheek, "show me what you're made of."

Eliza looked up at him in surprise as he gathered his things and prepared to leave. "What? You're really just going to throw away all of this?" she asked, gesturing between them. Her voice was plaintive, full of fake disappointment. "I thought you were different." She pouted, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as a shiver of false fear ran down her spine.

"Fine," she said at last, pulling the sheet up to cover herself despite the warmth of the night. "Go ahead then. But don't say I didn't try." She closed her eyes, pretending to drift off to sleep as he made his exit from the room.

As soon as she heard the door close behind him, a wicked grin spread across her face. This game was just getting more interesting by the minute...