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The kobold wallows in the cage of his lonely room. It had been some time since his mistress called upon him to service her voyeuristic ways, usually while bringing harm to another being. When the door opens, he shoots a glare at the messenger, content to let the Dark Queen know exactly what is on his mind. "I'd rather die than serve your sick, twisted whims."

The figure that stands before him squeaks and backs up to the door. The small orange kobold maid pokes her head out, her whole form shuddering as she looks at him. "S...s-sorry to bother you!" she says. "I just thought you'd want something to tide you over, and-"

"I don't want a snack," the bard grumbles, sitting back in his sparse bedding. "I've lost my appetite after what that witch had me do."

"Well, t-they had their chance to work with her," the maid says, gulping. But it doesn't make up for it. How are you holding up in there?"

He crawls forward slightly, tilting his head, "why is the Dark Queen's maid so interested in how I'm feeling? Didn't she force us to breed together? You should fear and hate me!"

Munie steps out into the room, her hands behind her back, kicking at the dusty floor. "Oh, well, n-no, I'd never have sex with someone if I didn't want to," she says. "It's j-just that I'm not used to this form and all, and when such a handsome kobold showed up, I just couldn't help myself."

"So, this isn't your natural form, either," he asks, sighing. "We are in the same predicament?"

"Eehh, it's a little different, but I suppose you could say so!" She looks over to the bedding, motioning toward it with a sheepish smile.

He nods, scooting over and patting the spot beside him. "It doesn't seem like the Dark queen to allow her toys to talk like this."

Munie slides up next to him, plopping down and leaning back a bit. "Oh, no. She doesn't know I'm here. She just got herself another new toy and is breaking him in."

"The poor soul," the bard says. So, what's your story? Were you in debt to the wrong people, too?"

"Me?" Munie shakes her head. "No, I... I took candy from the wrong person."

The bard barks, falling back onto the bedding and staring up at the ceiling. "The debtor and the thief, two prime sinners imprisoned in a tower of sin. That's rich."

Munie lays back too, the little kobold scooting up towards the larger male. Her warmth presses against his unclothed scales, and he glances down to her with a new appreciation. Soon, his arm wraps around her shoulder, pulling her in close. "Hey, Munie, right?" He asks.

She nods.

"Thank you... really, for this. For everything. And yeah, I'm sorry if I was rough, I just wasn't in control of myself. This new body... it just had one look at you and..."

Munie rolls over, pressing her finger to his mouth to silence him. Shaking her head, she nuzzles up against him and says. "None of that, please. I already told you."

"Yeah, right, you didn't mind it. What kind of gal were you before you were changed into a kobold?"

Munie giggles , resting her head upon his shoulder. "Oh, I was always a kobold."."

"O... Oooh!, well, uh... was I your, your?"

"First? In more ways than one."

"Look, I'm an unlucky guy. I was in debt to a lot of bad people. I'm not one to make any connections, but..."

"But we're in a similar boat, stuck in this tower, right?" The maid muses. With a sigh, she nuzzles up against his cheek. "So, whatever happens, we can still have fun together for now, right?"

He chuckles a bit, pressing the tip of his snoot against her cheek. "I guess you could say that. S'long as we stay on the mistress's good side."

Munie pulls away, making him roll over as she scrambles up to her feet.

"What the hell?" He gasps, as Munie gathers herself, wiping off her dress and scrambling over to the door.

"The mistress will be done with her new pet soon!" Munie groans. "And if she catches me here where I'm not supposed to be, I'm going to be in a whole other boatload of trouble!"

"Geeze, right... act cool, act collected, got it! Thanks for seeing me," he says.

She stops and looks over her shoulder, giving him a smile that warms his kobold heart. "See you later."

Munie closes the door quietly behind her, heading back off to her duties.

Meanwhile, her bardic friend remains in his cage. It may mean he no longer has his freedom, but now that he's tied down to the Dark Mistress and her tower, he's starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he doesn't mind not having it.

Munie scampers down the hall, only to be teleported away from her spot into another dark chamber. There, her mistress stands in her cloaked form, tapping a crop impatiently against her hip. Chained to a wall in front of her is a thin, yet toned man dressed in nothing save a loincloth and metal helmet.

"Took you long enough to answer my summons, Munie," the Queen says.

"I really wanted to finish the dining room for you, my queen!" Munie says, bouncing still from her excitement from earlier.

"Get this new slave a fresh splatoon for me. He's going to need it after what I have planned next for him."

"Yes, my queen. Right away!" she says, saluting her and scurrying off into the terrible depths of the janitor's closet.

This leaves the Dark Queen alone to follow the kobold with her gaze, pondering just what might have changed her to make Munie so chipper. Perhaps, then, she'll have to find out.