The deal was simple that Selene made with the magician, sex for a magical item. Plus a deal that was made somewhat easily and that said magician agreed to easier then Selene had thought she would. Regardless it was a deal the werewolf had no intention on keeping her end on, not fully at least. Selene had told some of her fellow werewolf friends, five of them to be exact, to come break and use this girl to no end or what Selene had told them all, take her.
All of Selene’s friends had came over and the plan was given to them so each knew what to do when Benny arrived, be in werewolf form and grab her asap once she was in and sort of felt comfortable. Something that hopefully would be simple but could backfire seeing as they were messing with a powerful mage, then again the body Benny had was worth the risk.
When the knock came at the door everyone got into there hiding spot except for Selene who currently, unlike the others, was her normal human self wearing just some jeans and a shit. A normal attire really. Once Selene was sure everyone was hidden safely away she opened the door a minute after it being knocked on. “I can sort of see the collar despite the trench coat so I’m guessing you have on the outfit, hurry on inside so we can get started beautiful.” The whole time she spoke not once did she look the woman in the eyes, the whole time she just checked her out before moving to the side to let Benny in.
“You’ll have plenty of time to check me out. Let me in. It’s cold.” It wasn’t, not for an ice magician, but Benny wasn’t perfect. Even her resolve was dropping. She was used to being objectified; made it easier to work, usually. This should be no different. Hooking a thumb beneath the ridiculous pink collar to show it more obviously, the mage elbowed her way in, only hanging up the coat once she’d heard the door close.
And yes, the outfit was ridiculous -- a pair of pink-patterned overalls, with little beneath other than a tiny bikini beneath. Her legs, trimmed with frilly thighhighs, were otherwise only hidden by the built-in shorts. Adorned with a frilly ‘babe’ on the chest, it and her collar suggested to Benny that Selene had some weird internet bookmarks. On anyone else, it’d be lurid. On Benny, it was utterly lascivious.
She licked her lips, took a breath, trying to get into the proper headspace, and turned on a heel, offering her best sultry smile at Selene. God, she must’ve had a foot-and-a-half on her. “So, you’ve got me right where you want me,” she breathed out, trying on her best porn voice. “Show me the phylactery and you can have me wherever you want me.”