[ I'm interested in dub-con/coercion & ritual/exhibitionism from your list. I can start below with a more vague setup and we can go from there? If you want me to change some details, too, let me know. I am canon-blind for Seymour, BTW. ]
"To go through all of this trouble, there must be something you dearly want out of this."
C.C. was growing rather tired of this backwards kingdom. She was a wanderer by nature, but wandering this direction had been a mistake. Her distinctive appearance had the locals branding her a witch from the moment she arrived. When they tried, and failed, to kill her, the locals felt as though the proof was in the pudding.
For some time, they kept her locked away. It seemed to C.C that they wanted to prepare a way to deal with her, but they had nowhere to start. They sought aid outside of their kingdom, and that was perhaps how Semour Guado became involved. This put him in the position to offer her a deal.
C.C. had been escorted to this room, and now they were alone. They'd brought her here in nothing but a thin white robe, hanging untied. Her back was to Seymour, and she looked over the room from over her shoulder. Large, warm, and well-stocked. C.C. hardly recognized these items that would be involved in the coming ritual. (Though she couldn't miss the presentation of what was likely to be her choice of outfits, and they were all as revealing as they were ornate.) C.C. was a outsider here, as much as Seymour also appeared to be. It was troubling.
"You know, these people truly do believe I'm a witch," she went on. "I can only trust you knowing that I have no other choice."
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"To go through all of this trouble, there must be something you dearly want out of this."
C.C. was growing rather tired of this backwards kingdom. She was a wanderer by nature, but wandering this direction had been a mistake. Her distinctive appearance had the locals branding her a witch from the moment she arrived. When they tried, and failed, to kill her, the locals felt as though the proof was in the pudding.
For some time, they kept her locked away. It seemed to C.C that they wanted to prepare a way to deal with her, but they had nowhere to start. They sought aid outside of their kingdom, and that was perhaps how Semour Guado became involved. This put him in the position to offer her a deal.
C.C. had been escorted to this room, and now they were alone. They'd brought her here in nothing but a thin white robe, hanging untied. Her back was to Seymour, and she looked over the room from over her shoulder. Large, warm, and well-stocked. C.C. hardly recognized these items that would be involved in the coming ritual. (Though she couldn't miss the presentation of what was likely to be her choice of outfits, and they were all as revealing as they were ornate.) C.C. was a outsider here, as much as Seymour also appeared to be. It was troubling.
"You know, these people truly do believe I'm a witch," she went on. "I can only trust you knowing that I have no other choice."