"Huh. That sounds a bit painful. If I do that I may as well have them all pulled and get a set of sharp denturs"
Nightshade walked in, smelling strongly of raw sewage and carrying a large, squirming burlap sack slung over her back. She set the bagged maid down at Dusty's hooves and grunted. "Shower. Now. Where?"
"Oh, sh..." Dusty gagged and covered his nose. "Upstairs, past the bedrooms. And take that with you, away from my kitchen. I'll wipe her when you smell like a pony."
Nightshade rushed off to the shower and cleaned herself up. With a little bit of forceful encouragement, her prisoner did the same. Fifteen minutes later, both were back downstairs. "All the letter said was that I needed to bring her here. So I did. Now, will somepony please tell me what's going on? Why did I just steal a mare from the cops?"
Naturally, due in part to Dusty's abilities, and in part to the fact that the made is so unimportant an NPC that I haven't bothered to name here, Dusty's invasion of her mind was successful.
Dusty quickly started purging away her memories of the night. "Here. Soon, she will remember nothing, and assume she just came here for a beverage."
"Alright then," Nightshade said. "I already destroyed any record she was at the station, so I guess whatever this was about is resolved. Have I missed anything while I was out?"
"Well, Raven and Azrael look to have had a moment." The two ponies mentioned were at the booth conversing, Raven looking to be comforting her uncle.
"There's no way I'd sharpen my own teeth especially while I'm drunk. That's just pure insanity." He looked at the door/doorway thing that Dusty went through then looked back at Asmo "Think he's having some troubles?"
Asmo nodded. "Probably a thing in his-" "Apologies!" Dusty floated him out a ham and salami sub. "I'm going to need a moment in here!"
