I awaited the arrival of the entertainer for the evening, though it was still early afternoon. I lounged on a couch in the apartment set aside for my father and his family when we came to this place, though it was my first time here without the direct supervision of either him, or my caretakers. I knew they were still watching, but this was my time.

The so-called Evil Magician arrived precisely when he said he would, and he did not balk at my appearance. I was in the nude, laying on my side, though with my head propped up with one hand. My locks of long red hair draped around me as I recrossed my knees. "Thank you for coming," I said.

"I could do nothing less," he replied, courteous and professional. "Though I am curious as to why you desired my presence in a private setting," he sat in a chair that I was certain had not been there when he arrived, but I dismissed that from my mind.

"Simple," I said as I waved my free hand up and down my body. "You are a purveyor of something that has piqued my interest, and I wish to experience it for myself. I am already aware of some of your preferences, so I simply desire a personal demonstration that is evocative and without fraud. I offer you this," again, I indicated my own body, "for your use as you see fit."

"That's certainly an offer," he replied. "Can I ask why?"

"You may not," I replied. "Do not concern yourself with such things, just with what you will do in this situation."

The man stood, and nodded, a slight frown on his face as he considered his course of action. "I see," he said as he considered the canvas which he had to work with. He would find no flaw or blemish that did not enhance the experience. He walked around the large couch, and I did not follow him with my eyes, but rather my ears. Let him think, as was his purview. He returned to his starting position in front of me, and nodded. "I can do something with this," he said. "There," he motioned behind the couch, I will use that."

I rose from my lounging position and saw that there was a curious cabinet of some stripe now behind the couch. It had not been there before, but that was something I did not worry about. I stood, and the man took me by the hand to escort me around to examine it. It came up just past my shoulders, under my chin, and when I stood in front of it, I knew that it was sized to myself with perfection, though it may not have been deep enough from front to back. It was black as night, and as I ran my fingers over it, I could find no crack or hinge. "What is this?" I asked.

"Something I use on occasion," he replied. He put his hands against the collar of the cabinet and opened it up. The front split down the middle, opening from top to bottom. "Step in," he commanded, and I did so, backing into the inviting maw without hesitation. My feet were together in the base of the cabinet, the bottom comfortable and relaxing. I did not need to adjust my pose as my hips gently rested against the supporting sides of the cabinet, my arms at my side and held in front of me where there was room to hold them. My shoulders fit under the top of the cabinet, and my neck fit through a hole in the top that I had failed to notice before.

The man carefully scooped my hair out of the cabinet, allowing it to drape down behind me. There was a mirror before me, allowing me to see myself in all my glory. He nodded at some condition he had set for himself, and stood in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror.

"If you desire to please yourself," I informed him, "I repeat, you may use all you see as you see fit." The offer was honest, for I would never lie. I also had no delusions that I would reject his advances, why would I?

He smirked, then shook his head. "Not yet," he informed me. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. He took the doors to the cabinet in his hands and closed them on me. I was pressed into the cabinet, my chest compressed. "Allow me," he said as though he understood my discomfort. He put fingers against the door to the cabinet above my chest and opened up a smaller pair of doors over them. With no concern, he pulled my breasts out of the cabinet, allowing them to not be pressed against the inside, but on display for anyone who cared to see.

I moved my hands inside the cabinet, and adjusted myself for my comfort. He allowed this as he lowered his hand and opened another small door, showing off my naked sex. He stepped back to allow myself to to observe my situation. He then kicked open a small door at the bottom, which I took as an invitation to stick my foot out of it. He nodded in approval. I said nothing, instead waiting for his next action.

To that end, he walked around the cabinet and when he came back into my sight, in his hands was a long but thin sword. This, he waved about in my sight, whipping through the air, demonstrating its sharpness by the sound it made as well as its gleaming edge. This, he stabbed into the cabinet through my stomach. I was caught off guard by the push against me, and I gasped slightly.

I checked my body inside the cabinet, and I found the blade with my fingers, above my belly button. I flexed a little, and I was able to find the same blade coming out my back. "Oh!" I said, confirming what had happened. As I did this, he swung around the cabinet again, and this time appeared before me with a wide, rectangular blade.

I watched in silence as he walked again behind the cabinet and out of my sight. I pondered what he would do, and my answer came when he pushed the blade through me, coming out between my breasts, the skin broken, but unharmed as the rectangle becomes two squares. I needed no further proof of its existence, but he was not done yet.

He took a large circle, and this he placed through my legs, cutting me off at the knees with a wide blade that left no room for doubt. But neither of us were concerned with that. He took another blade, and this one, he shoved through my waist, under the sword that was already there. I had one hand below the cut when it happened, and I found that my arm could not move from that spot, it was stuck to the metal.

"Satisfied?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

He nodded, a slight smile on his face as he flicked his wrist and a knife appeared. This, he pushed into my neck, just under the top of the cabinet. It did not harm me, I could still breathe, but he did not wait for me as he produced not a single blade, but a crossed series of them, forming overlapping diamonds or squares, each the size of a pinky. He placed this over my left breast and pushed it in, cutting me into many smaller pieces as I felt it go through me and hit the back of the cabinet.

The man then went behind me and I watched in the mirror as he made for himself a long foil. His reach wasn't long enough, so he moved beside me and with no care about me, pierced my head through the ears, in one and out the other. I did not know how to react to this, as I barely felt anything, more confused than not as he then took a long knife and cut my neck.

He lifted me - no, just my head - up off the cabinet by the handle of the sword. I tried to say something, but found that I could not as he was careful of my hair falling behind be. He carried me to before the mirror, setting me down so I could see the cabinet with my body in it still. He approached it and with his fingers, played with my sex, still untouched despite everything. I could not feel that. "Now?" he asked.

I found I could speak. I knew that I could.

"My father will be attending your show this evening," I informed him. "I would be most grateful if you used me as one of your assistants."

He considered that. "And what, pray tell, can you offer me for that?"

He did have a point, I considered. "Why have you done nothing else with my pleasure?" I asked in return.

"An animal is incapable of deferring ones pleasures," he said. "A man can."

"From where I am, you are definitely an animal," I objected.

"I can see your point," he agreed, and withdrew his hand. "But you have not answered my question. Why should I put you on my stage when I have a whole resort to choose from?"

He did have a point. "I am... open to negotiations," I said from a position of weakness. In multiple senses. My eyes strayed back to where parts of my body were on display. "I would like to open with an offer for a more direct examination of the materials involved. It would be improper to advance without knowing all that is being offered."

The man gave in to the inevitable, but he still had his own methods of control. Negotiations were... smooth after that.