"I already know what you will ask: that we join forces against the demonic incursion." Sable Sorceress declared.

"Yes," Paladienne answered.

"Very well." At a wave of the sorceress' hand, a door opened to reveal a luxurious bedchamber. "If you wish to set aside our discord, follow me, so that we may become more... companionable."

Paladienne lay down on the bed and stared into the lustrous ceiling mirror, her gaze irresistibly drawn to the flickering highlights that danced around the burnished golden frame.

"You imagined that you would have to give yourself to me only once," Sable Sorceress purred. "No, my dear... you shall remain my love slave for life!"

"Are you hurt, Mistress?" Paladienne cried.

"Nay, though the Demon King came alarmingly close to breaking my wards before I managed to banish him." The sorceress smiled. "A brush with death makes one more appreciative of life, isn't that so?"
Paladienne nodded.

"Well, then, let us return to my chambers to properly celebrate our triumph."