Tara had begun to respect his plan when he began ordering her around again. A vein in her forehead twitched a bit, as did her left eye. She glared at him and formed a fireball in her hand, launching it at him without a second thought. It would at least freak him out, but the armor would prevent anything from happening to him. At most, he'd have a few singed hairs. In the mean time, however, much to her humiliation, her body was forced to follow his commands. Her cheeks flushed as her hands slowly untied her kimono and let the cloth fall open. Slowly, she let the cloth fall to the ground and reveal her body. Fairly large breasts, a slender waist, and shapely legs and arms. She, clearly, was a person who took care of herself.

All on her own, her body started to move, bonded by the magic of that infernal book...and the council. And so her naked body began to gracefully dance about the room, a few sexy moves dropped in here and there. If she ever found a loophole, she'd fucking kill him.