Galla waits, gently petting the lioness as she recovers just enough for her next stage. Pulling her tail free, pulling the tip up to her lips to suck the juices from it, Galla strolls to the wicked queen, murmuring in her ear.
"I think I can manage such a simple spell" Beth agrees, grinning to Palador. She moves to her chemist table, working feverishly, letting out a girlish giggle every so often as her work progresses.
Within thirty minutes, she approaches the near broken Palador with a long vial of green liquid, dabbing some on her fingers, she pushes her fingers into her mouth and rubs it along her tongue, doing this a few times to ensure she gets enough. "Done." Galla grins as Beth returns to the doorway to watch the festivities continue. Galla moves back over to her sister, kicking the cat in the side. "Get up. Time to work, slut" Galla sneers. Palador's eyes open and glare up at her, whispering softly "I am no slut." Galla simply laughs, picking Palador up by her long golden hair. "Not yet. But you will be. Feel that taste in your mouth? A simple magic poison, whenever the parts of your body..." Galla traces her hands down Palador, rubbing the sides of her stomach, "get any sexual pleasure, anything turns you on, the poison will attack your mind. Oh don't worry, nothing serious. Just your inhibitions, and your desires. You will slowly, but surely, become as you said, a slut. A harlot, dear sister."
Palador's jaw drops, then glares "I will stay chaste just to spite you, Galla. I will not give in to Beth's torture so easily!" Galla snickers softly. "We figured you'd say as much. So, to force your hand, and your soon to be personality, we have a choice for you. You will either pleasure yourself and our former father here until you yield, or..." Beth produces a long dagger, holding it out to Galla whilst the rat continues. "Or we kill Anders, and use a lil school of magic called necromancy to make a beast to do the change unwillingly to you. You have little choice in the matter." Galla grins as she looks at Anders, whose fear shines through at his now evil sister so ready to murder him.
Palador's eyes wilt to the floor, her energy no where near enough to fight them, she knows she must make a choice between them.