By cana
Melanie swished her hips down the hall her boobs jiggling in her top. She forgot about efforts toward stealth and strutted to the door. She heard a voice call to her, "Now I don't believe I have seen you before. I am Madame Celia you fit in nicely but I don't think that you are one of mine. How about you follow me to my office so we can discuss what brings you to my humble establishment." A matronly woman walked past Melanie not looking back to see if she followed.
Melanie followed feeling submissive to the mature woman's desires. She followed through a hall lined with erotic paintings of women in various states of undress. The only remnants of the noble order of the silver griffin Melanie saw were griffin's carved into the stonewall. She was led in a warm room with a fire burning in the fireplace. Cushioned couches and chairs with an ornate hard wood desk at one end of the room with a window behind covered with deep red fabric shades.
The "Please have a seat anywhere you feel comfortable. I believe that we have much to discuss like the possibility of you joining my beautiful ladies. You would fit in most nicely with the fit and the compensation is quite nice. I would also like to know how you got here got here. I like to know all my staff but it will not go any further." The mature lady looked the part of an aged beauty. She spoke softly with a real interest in Melanie. She waited for Melanie to take seat in one of the comfy chairs before pulling another next to the young woman waiting to hear her tale.
Melanie felt she needed help with her wavering desires. This new body guided her in directions the former paladin shouldn't want to go. She feared the spell might be a permanent. Melanie told all about how the King's wizard transformed her and her escape. She hoped for the help from Madame Celia.
