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Elarwyn had to keep crawling through the forest. She couldn’t survive on berries off the ground indefinitely. Somehow, she had to reach somebody who could at least offer food. She was less hopeful about anybody being able to free her from the ninja’s magic bindings.

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KiTA

Magic and bondage always had my mind going weird places. Imagine someone like a barmaid that pissed off a wizard or witch on poker night at the pub so they gave her something to make her life more interesting. Like imagine a curse where if our intrepid heroine hears a certain word, clothing is forbidden from her until she hears another word. Like it literally vanishes if she wears it, or she finds herself disrobing, or just can't bring herself to put it or keep it on. Something like that -- she can do whatever she wants, sans clothes, once someone says the magic word. Now imagine the word that denudes her is written across her upper chest, right under her neck, in magic script, for all to see. And the word that undoes her torment is written across her lower back, right above the cleft of her hips, again, for all to see -- but only once it's needed. But the curse prevents her from being able to read or recognizing either word, so she can't trigger herself; instead she has to seek out someone else to read the text on her lower back, say the magic word, and let her get dressed again -- if they let her, because eeeveryone knows she's stuck until someone says the magic word. And she has to be careful what she says, because the word across her chest triggers even if she says it -- but she is magically prohibited from recognizing what word it is, so she can't ever avoid it... Never a dull moment at the Blushin' Maiden Inn.