The Magic Touch (Voracious) [MSL]

Nima blinked and couldn't help but look at Cain when she spoke like that. As she saw the woman's legs, she couldn't resist licking her lips, and then clearing her throat. "I'm not your maid. I'm not getting paid. So I will take liberty in the fact that I don't have to pick up on such ridiculous subtle hints." The girl looked away as she spoke and continued to vacuum, focusing on the chore at hand until Cain explicitly told her otherwise.

Nima just rolled her eyes when Cain said that a free meal should count as payment. Then, Nima did something unthinkable for her. When Cain commanded her to stop, the girl's body acted on its own and followed orders. A growl escaped her lips as she spun around to face her, her whole face now cherry red.

Her glasses fogged a little from the heat of her cheeks as she took a few steps closer to her. "If I hadn't lost that idiotic bet, then none of this would be happening. Do you hear me? I'm no maid. I'm not a submissive." She growled at herself as she knelt in front of her, taking her shoes off gently. Even if she hated it, the girl put her very best effort into anything she actually felt like doing.

Cain would have to specifically say any order she wished to actually be followed. Nima was still trying to maintain a sense of fight within her. She simply refused to make the conclusion of what Cain wanted simply based on a look or point. When Cain spelled out the fact that it was her choice to take the bet and that it was foolish to do so, especially mid game, Nima growled. "I had to stay confident. That's just who I am."

As before, when Cain asked her if she cared to brush her hair, the girl scoffed. "As if..." Then she was demanded to and she growled. "Whatever..." She had to reach up in order to brush her hair for her. "Do you really plan for me to be this way for 24 hours? What do you expect me to do? There's not enough to clean..."

Nima blinked at the cryptic way she said it and sighed. "I really am regretting taking that bet at this point. For all I know, you could be planning to kill me right now." She looked in her bra at the only card she could "play" today and sighed again. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be useful in this situation. For some reason, she had a feeling that Cain was even more persuasive than she was letting on. The girl bit her lip and just kept brushing her hair, wondering what would happen next. She couldn't deny the fact that the curiosity was... was thrilling.

Nima blinked when she explained herself some more, which caused the girl to blush lightly. She decided that it was best to keep her power as a secret still, for now at least. The girl chuckled gently and nodded. "I guess you make a good point. I don't know many murderers who would cook for their victim before killing them. And, a spellcaster, huh? So, not only are you beautiful, amazing at MTG, own your own café, and have the ability to put me under your control... You're also a wizard? *&#*$. I didn't have a chance, did I?" The girl growled at herself, realizing she had just let on again that she was enjoying this evening.

As she complimented her hair grooming, Nima smirked. "I highly doubt you'll ever be hearing from me again after this. I don't appreciate being someone's maid. I do not plan on it happening again." There were other thoughts in her mind, but she quieted them with a gulp.

Nima continued to brush the woman's hair, smirking gently when Cain took her comment of losing to her completely in the wrong context. "I'm sorry I accused you of that." She giggled lightly and started to braid her hair in an intricate design.

When Cain said she wanted to be friends, Nima shook her head quickly. "I could never be friends with someone who has seen me like this. This isn't me. I'm not a maid and I will never be a maid again. But, if we were to hang out again, then I'm sure you'll still think of me like this, and I refuse to let that happen." The girl pouted as she focused on her hair, trying to hide her blush.

Nima sighed and just let her talk her nonsense as she finished doing her hair. The girl knew she was a horrible friend. All she could talk about was Magic and stealing. This was all way different than her normal afternoons and it made her squirm uncomfortably. She decided to not say anything at all and just bit her lip as she braided the woman's hair. When she was kissed, the girl blinked and moaned softly, unable to resist. "Thank you..." She followed her into the kitchen for dinner.