Charlie pursed her lips, not fully certain that her decision to oppose this magical old woman had been the best course of action. However, she remained vigilant, refusing to break eye contact with Elspeth or waver in her confidence, even if she was stark naked on the floor in front of an equally naked and erect man who she had just found out unwillingly was used by her to scrub her body. But despite all that, she still managed to remain self-assured.
James watched nervously, wholly unsure of what Elspeth was going to do. Even if it wasn’t going to be aimed at him, he felt sorry for Charlie. She seemed to be a kind girl, and her understanding towards his loofah-based escapades was something he appreciated immensely.
Elspeth shrugged. “You really don’t seem to care, Eh? Well, Dear. How about I turn you into a talking..... animal. Yes, that sounds good. A talking animal for..... 24 hours! Not too long, not too short!”
Charlie’s eyes widened, but still determined not to budge on giving the old woman the satisfaction of getting the panicked reaction she figured she wanted, she simply took a deep breath and nodded. “Sure. Give me what you got.” Charlie calmed herself by bearing in mind it would only be a day’s worth of time and that she would still be able to talk. However, there was still the issue of being stuck in the house. And how would she manage to get home? And what animal would she be turned into? The word wasn’t exactly specific.
James, again unable to speak up against his Mistress, kept silent, and sadly gave Charlie an empathetic stare that she was too focused on Elspeth to have noticed.
Elspeth clapped her hands together once mirthfully. “Suit yourself, Dear! Until this time tomorrow, you will be a talking.....”