“My body?!?” you cried in shock, struggling against the bonds pinning you to your seat. You envisioned maybe gaining a trait or trading a limb when you came here, but definitely not losing control of your life!
The woman’s hand hovered over a vial which she plucked from the shelf and shook near her ear, a connoisseur listening to the slosh of the viscous potion inside while eyeing up who she would soon be inside of ...
You were starting to panic. And she was enjoying it.
“Look … listen … you don’t have to do this…” you pleaded.
“No … but I do want to … besides, do you know how hard it is to even get a new body? I can’t exactly go out looking without attracting attention from busybodies these days!” stated the woman in a hint of frustration as she sat down in the chair opposite you with vial in hand, teasing the lid.
An idea clicked.
“Well … what if I went looking for you?” you hesitantly asked.
The woman crossed her legs and smirked, playing with her prey.
“Yeah … I could go and find a nice better body you could possess …”
“And then you save your own skin, yes?” the woman interjected teasingly. “Trading someone else’s life for yours is such a naughty thing to do!”
You felt dirty putting it like that but you were out of options. Trapped in this back room, at the mercy of this lady no less, meant you had to offer something.
The woman smiled and began to stroke herself in her panties as she mulled over your desperate bargain …