Fantom had a lot to like about adventurers. Sometimes they'd free her. Sometimes they'd be her doom. But, fellow adventurers were always so interesting.
However, that also meant they could be dangerous. The best ones, Fantom would prefer to keep as friends. And the best ones, she'd prefer to keep as playthings. Whether it was Zanthie, squirming in her bonds underground, or any other adventurer, she'd like them in her collection. Bound, gagged, magicall preserved, and under her control.
Arma had thought himself strong enough to defeat Fantom, and take her as his own lewd house-servant. And it worked - for a time. But Fantom eventually got the best of him - he was such a sentimental master - and had repaid the favor. With a kiss and a grope, the leather-clad master became Fantom's pet.
And it wasn't just the ones close to her; when she heard about a particularly valuable and talented adventurer, she just had to have them. Zolace was a bastard-daughter, abandoned and forced to grow up in a brothel. She could be harsh and merciless. And therefore, she was best to be in Phantom's collection.
She gently petted Arma's head, grinning and thinking about what kind of fund she'd have with her new elf. Already she was thinking of changing out her outfit. Something tighter, shinier, and a bit more fitting of a valued trophy.
"What do you think, Arma? Does she deserve some time as a pillow, or is she better in a pillory?"
"Nnnffff...."
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