"Well my little assistant, why put off for tomorrow what you can do today? I was a little hesitant about finishing this next one up, but as long as I have someone like you around, I might as well try it out." Rasilda pulled over a half-filled beaker, as well as some ingredients, before turning back to you. "And in case you were thinking away, remember, you're my creation, so I can do what I want with you. Run away or refuse to help, and I'll dunk you in the very worst potions I know. Believe me, you won't appreciate it."
She turned back to her potion making as you felt a chill run down your spine. Who the hell was this girl? You briefly considered running away now anyway, especially as your mind flipped back to the scene she had just described - diarrhea for two whole days? And she would want you to fetch TP for her and stick around as she went through that? You couldn't help but imagine the skinny girl squatting over a bucket right in the middle of the floor, with you kept in her breast pocket forced to smell it. Truly a disgusting image. You doubted she could make you go through much worse - until you realized it was a potion of her own creation that did it to her. If she was willing to do that to herself, what horrors could she have planned for you? You quickly made up your mind it was better to be an assistant for this crazy woman than her lab rat, at least until a very promising chance for escape presented herself. Besides, once you can talk again she might even be kind enough to try creating a potion to at least grow you back... Right?
While this thought process was running through your head, she had diligently been working on her potion. "One thing you'll learn about me, tiny, is that I'm absolutely infatuated with potions. Making them, drinking them, using them to solve problems. You name it, potions are the answer! I'd use you to try them out, but to be honest, you can learn a lot more experiencing the effects first hand. Besides, I probably have a bit more tolerance for the... negative effects." Finally, she turns back to you. "Huh... Where'd you go? Oh, there you are, right where I left you. Maybe you're a better listener than I thought. Hmph, or maybe I created such a perv you've been sitting here for the last few minutes imagining me on the chamber pot after all? Hahaha!" You blushed and looked away, more than a little embarassed that she wasn't all wrong - though she had the reason completely backwards. You'd have to remember to set her straight once you could talk - or maybe that would seem even worse? You definitely didn't want her getting the wrong idea, either way. Before you could get your thoughts in order, she slammed the beaker, now full, down next to you. "Well, tiny? Shall I go bottoms up?"
What color is the potion?
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