At this point, it was like clockwork. On account of being an elf and thus having different energy and sleep requirements, Presleth was still awake and going over the party stocks, planning what they would be doing in the coming days and such. And that meant that she would, like many nights before, be privy to Uram's nocturnal escapades. The unmistakable sounds of heavy breathing and light, rhythmic slapping noises. Eventually, they would be joined by panting, then the muttering of names in a way that clearly tried very, very hard to be quiet while failing at that and being more than audible for the elven mage, much to her disappointment. What made it worse was that she knew damn well what those names were. They were the names of Arusk, the group's half-orc barbarian, and Valxias, the group's half-elf cleric. Uram, being a loner that kept to himself, was pent up, horny as all hell, and closeted on top of that. Not only that, but he was closeted for the other guys in the party.

The mage sighed. If only he would just confess to the others, all this could be solved so easily. She knew full well that both of the others would gladly accept Uram's affections, and perhaps if that rogue just got laid for once, he'd finally learn to calm down a little and not be such a horndog that it necessitated hiding it. For a moment, she allowed her mind to drift a bit, imagining him being stuck between those other two, subject to both the barbarian's firm, but gentle hands and the cleric's affectionate ministrations—she was not in the business of lying to herself, so she had to admit that she liked the thought. And of course, it would help the group's chemistry. If only she had a way to force the confession out and then let the dice fall where they may. And then it hit her. She did have a way. Sure, it would take a few hours, but she could prepare a spell that would allow her to take control of Uram for a limited amount of time—just enough time to blurt out a confession and see what happens. There was still plenty of time until daybreak...

***

When he rose in the morning, Uram did not know what awaited him. Everything began as usual, a quick morning wash at the nearby river, getting dressed, and getting ready for breakfast. The rogue headed to the campfire, where Arusk was already busy grilling up some freshly hunted game—Arusk was always an early riser that insisted on a hearty, if not even heavy, breakfast to start the day off right—and Valxias was helping him along with plates and utensils, because even a breakfast out in the forest deserved to be at least somewhat civilized. Not present was Presleth—Uram could not have known that she was waiting in her tent to unleash her magic. So while the rogue simply sauntered up to the other two, suspecting nothing, the elven mage believed her time had come, and she cast the spell that she had spent the last night preparing.

It happened in an instant, and suddenly, Uram felt himself become prisoner within his own body. His limbs no longer obeyed the commands of his mind, and for a moment, it was like a jolt went through the human's body, as if readjusting to a new master. "Ah, good morning, Arusk and Valxias! Good to see you two," his voice spoke, even though his mind did not wish to speak. What was this trickery? As much as Uram wished to protest, to try and regain control, it was fruitless, and so he was merely able to observe as his own mouth continued to speak words that weren't his. "There is something I want to tell you two, if that's OK?" he heard himself ask.

While they were surprised—the rogue was usually not much of a talker, especially in the mornings—the surprise was a pleasant one. "Of course, my good friend, what is it?" the half-elf asked in return.

"This is something rather embarrassing, but I must admit... I've fallen in love with both of you. In fact, almost every night, I pleasure myself while thinking of the two of you, imagining us being... intimate together. I know it's sudden of me to say this, but I've been carrying this around for so long, I felt like you should finally know," Uram's voice explained. He was horrified at what he was hearing his own voice declare. Sure, those things it was saying were accurate, but he would have never had the bravery to say them! And the reason he never said them was because obviously, they would laugh at him and reject him...

But of course, he had completely misjudged his companions. After sharing a look between each other, both Arusk and Valxias smiled. "Really? That's wonderful! Truly, the Great Goddess smiles upon us, to bless us with this love," the cleric said, happiness clearly visible on his face.

And the barbarian reacted similarly. "I love all my friends, and if you love me, that's great!" he added.

This was a great surprise to Uram. Before he could even process that, his voice spoke once more. "Well, if you want... you two could join me in my tent tonight? We could share our love with each other!" it suggested in a brazen display of innuendo that never would have occurred to him. After the other two gave him nods in return, they returned to preparing breakfast, and Uram then felt control return to his body. But this had left him at the horns of a dilemma. Surely, he could not tell them that he actually didn't mean what he said and that he was under the control of some malevolent spirit or something. For one, they would think him insane, and not to mention, it wasn't like the words he said were untrue. He did, in fact, harbor affections for both the half-elf and the half-orc.

So as Presleth exited her tent and Arusk and Valxias began setting the table for breakfast, Uram resolved that he would simply accept this situation for the time being. Perhaps... perhaps it would develop to his benefit.