"But you don't need to worry too much. I'm not a bad person, after all." The Thoughtform helped Lorelei to her feet with a meaningful smile. "Don't laugh, but I'm rather tolerant when it comes to beautiful women.
"If some old hag tried to charm me, I could blow her away in minutes."
"I may be asking you to become my maid, but you definitely won't lose out.
"First, I have a Defensive Array set up here. Even Heimdall's eyes won't be able to see you, so you don't need to worry about Asgard hunting you down.
"Second, I'm a Warlock, and I usually study magic here.
"If you have any talent, you might even learn a trick or two. That's better than only knowing Charm Magic, isn't it?
"Lastly, I'm not asking you to be my maid for life. Once I become a god, I'll set you free, and the grudges between us will be wiped clean."
"That doesn't sound too bad." Lorelei revealed a smile. "Fine, I agree. You can untie me now, right?"
"Wonderful. I knew you'd make the right decision." The Thoughtform clapped his hands approvingly, then abruptly changed the subject. "Then why don't you guess why I only tied up your legs and not your hands?"
"How would I know?"
The Thoughtform smiled mysteriously and drafted a Magic Contract right in front of her.
"One of the Gaius Family's greatest magical specialties: contracts.
"Come on, sign this contract with those lovely little hands of yours. Once we formally establish our master-servant relationship, I'll naturally untie you."
Lorelei's expression changed, and she had no choice but to put away her little schemes.
Yet when she read the contract's contents, she could not help cursing, "Don't push this too far."
"What do you mean, push it too