"Here" said the interrogator, looking at the scrying ball "is where it gets interesting. The commander tells the soldiers to take the potions, the strength potions you supplied, Mr. Bopkin, and look what happens!" Bopkin was stunned to see the soldiers transform into lovely wood nymphs, who then began to be intimate with each other. The interrogator shut down the connection. "Saving the rest for the New Years Party. In the meantime, Mr. Bopkin, why did you transform our soldiers into wood nymphs? And is there a reason why we shouldn't give you a slow death right now?"
"Somebody tampered with the potions?" said Bopkin, plainly terrified.
"Yes" said the interrogator "Clearly somebody did. The person with the most obvious opportunity is you, so now we're thinking about why an established contractor with the city government would do such a thing. Maybe if you have some time to think about it you could be more cooperative." Two guards hauled the gnome away to a prison cell, one conveniently located so that the prisoner could hear the screams from the torture chamber.
Bopkin desperately tried to figure out what happened.
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Eldrakha returned to her home with a big smile on her warty face. She had experienced more joy in a single night as a she-orc than in nearly a century as an elf. Sexually, she felt like a person who has eaten a rich, satisfying meal.
And craved dessert. Which brought to mind that cute, stacked little human redhead on the couch playing with her enormous boobs with a blissful expression. Eldrakha had no idea who this person was, but species and gender didn't matter to a horny orc.