The pony is correct in assuming that you only want power, only want to feel big, only want to know that you are in charge. It has been a terrible struggle of yours, to find some way to get the power you desire, but you feel like you might be getting closer. A step here, a stride there... In time, you will have made it to the finish line and you will finally be a winner. You deserve it. You were destined for greatness in your home and now... now you are but laughing stock of a warrior who cannot convince anyone that you are worth your salt. You have worked hard, trained harder, and still you are ignored. You don't know why. Or perhaps you do. You are under no delusion that you are a handsome stallion. You are a skinny beast, a drug addicted fool with too many scars and not enough fur to hide them all. You wouldn't be made except they judge you for your exterior, look at your locoweed bag and know that you are no more than peon. If only they would give you a chance.... But they won't. So you'll destroy them. It's the only solution.

Just as soon as you ask your question, you are given an answer. This one is well trained in all manner of serves. You cock your head. Services? No sooner have you thought the word, however, before the pony is clarifying. A slave, and she offers herself so willingly? You're sure you must be massively high. However, your wisp of a companion sends you a complex series of emotions and images in your head that you're sure must translate to an attempt to tell you that you are not that high. You're torn between whether you understood her correctly or not. And, if you have understood correctly, if she is worth her weight in services.

“Don't move,” you demand suddenly of the pony, turning your head and nodding towards your invisible companion and her floating rock. She knows what to do, though she suddenly does not like the reason for doing it. Before, it was for mischief, a game of fun. Now, it is for purposes of torture that she does not exactly condone. Still, she is a slave in her own right, and because she is afraid of you she does not disobey. Using all of the force she can muster, the boggart sends the rock headed towards the pony, hoping for her own sake that it will hit. She has aimed for the pony's shoulder.

Interested, you watch and wait for Kaiylia's reaction, wondering what will come of this. You had never considered holding a slave before, but you think that you may consider it now as you imagine all of the potential uses. Indeed, this could be a very profitable venture.

@[Rayo]