“Oh? Because I think that you've spent the day enjoying my master. I can smell him on you."

Valise's cheeks flushed pink and she involuntarily took a deep breath, partially out of curiosity and yet also out of an innate desire to catch the scent of her lover once again. She found only the smell of her own perfume, however and looked into Talina's wicked eyes before frowning.

“You cannot smell him on me."

"Oh yes I can! You smell of fire, fresh earth, and new love. You're his through and through.”

Valise rolled her eyes but said nothing of the accusation.

“I've come to ask you a question.” Talina's tone grew serious and she lifted herself to sit upright opposite the woman.

Valise's brow quirked with interest. "Well, I'm here for the asking, my dear.”

“Do you know who might have taken your potion?"

“If I did, then don't you think I might have mentioned it by now?" “No. Not if it was only a whisper in your head. You're used to being alone and Lonely people don't trust others when it's only whispers they've got to offer. I, on the other hand, have come to value those whispers immensely. So, do you know who might have taken your potion?”

Silence followed.

"Valise?" Talina pressed.

“I remembered, a Little after it had happened. An orcish smith had come to me days before looking for the same concoction. He said he was a friend of Torren's. He'd come asking if I could make him a vial of the potion to help him dislodge some partially rusted metal filings he'd found so he could melt down the good parts. I made it and gave it to him for free in the hope that he might spread the word and I might sell more. But that was over a week before Gregory even entered the camp and the potion itself does not last for long. It's ability to corrode metal fades within days. I made some more, hoping to sell it. One of the vials had gone missing when I checked after the boy had escaped. I swear that I had no hand in it, but it was definitely my potion that did the deed."

“I see. Was it labelled or marked in any way? Does it easily distinguish itself?"

"It wasn't Labelled and it has no visual distinction to water. Here." Valise turned to open a varnished box of her wares and pulled out a small glass vial.

“Be careful, there's enough in there to melt this tent around our heads.”

Talina plucked the vial from Valise's grip and looked it over. Just as Valise had said, it bared every resemblance to water.

“The only way to tell its true nature is in the smell," Valise advised. Talina nodded and popped the cap of the vial out. She barely needed to inhale at all for the scent of the liquid was incredibly potent and utterly horrid. It was like breathing in raw brimstone. She quickly closed the vial and handed it back to Valise whilst trying to stop her eyes from watering at the repulsive scent.

“I see." Talina let out a few little coughs.

“I'm sorry, but that is the only true way anyone but me could have known which potion was in the vial."

Talina nodded and wiped her eyes for the final time before standing up.

“Thank you, Valise."

“If there's anything else..."

Talina had been about to decline the offer out of habit before she caught herself and paused before Looking down at the woman sat before her.

“Actually there is. Do you know how to make an invisibility potion?"

Three days later, Janette emerged from Gregory's tent on wobbly legs. She could still feel him inside her, Lifting a warm glow to her cheeks as his cream slowly began to seep out of her freshly fucked pussy. It had been he who had stirred her to wakefulness and teased her with his lips and tongue until she'd spilled herself over his mouth and moved to ride him through the rest of the sunrise.