“Freeze,” Luther commanded calmly, not even blinking at the sight of the woman’s raised fist less than an inch from his nose.

Transforming into a statue, the young woman found herself paralyzed. No matter what she did, she could not get her body to listen to her commands.

But I was so close…!

Raising a hand to brush his fingers through his hair, Luther sighed heavily. “Lower your arm, sweetling. Sorry about this, but I guess I’ll have to do some more showing.” Clapping his hands, waiting until the young woman’s arm was back at her side, he slowly grinned.

“W, what is—?!”

She never got to receive an answer to her stuttered demand before this strange man before her somehow summoned an invisible minstrel. Sounds she had never heard in her life filled up her cell, but no matter how much noise seemed to be made, no one came rushing down to check…!

“Funky!” Luther called out, his hips and body moving in a manner that made the young woman’s face flush. But, unable to stop it, she could only hiss and gasp as her own body did the same, mimicking Luther.

“Clap your hands! Clap, clap, clap your hands!” All the while she shrieked for Luther to make it stop, trying to be heard over the bizarre music, they continued this comedy play.

“To the left! Take it back now, one hop this time! Right foot, let’s stomp, left foot, let’s stomp! Cha cha real smooth.”

As Luther’s energetic voice called out the commands, the young woman found her body moving in ways that made no sense. Especially the last bit, where she began walking forward and backward in quick succession, her hips twisting in a manner she could only see as absolutely scandalous!

No!

She thought much too soon!

A wicked grin cut across Luther’s face as he continued this madness. “Hands on your knees! Hands on your knees!”

This time he did not mimic the movements her body was forced to do.

Instead, he slid up behind her, while her knees bent and her upper body leaned forward. As a result, her backside rose up ridiculously in the air and began to shift up and down in fast movements.

A thread of laughter was in Luther’s voice even as her face became as red as a tomato. “Keep funking it!”

Now her backside began to sway back and forth, while her knees lifted her up and down, to the point that she nearly touched the dungeon cell floor!

“Oooooh, yeah!”

There was a layer of something different in Luther’s voice this time, but as she couldn’t turn to face him, she had no idea what expression he was making.

But even if she had been able to turn to look at him, she knew she wouldn’t have the strength to do so.

I can only take my own life in shame!

Sobbing outright, she began to beg and plead with the insane man. “P, please, make it stop! I’ll do anything! J, just...oh! Please, just make it stop!”

A single clap came from behind her and her body sagged in exhaustion, finally stopping all movement. Though she desperately wanted to, the simple truth of the matter was that she didn’t have the strength to fight.

When Luther’s arms came around her, her heart burned with bitter rage, while her body fell against him in gratitude. A single, brief kiss arrived from above, pressing against the crown of her head, while the man let out a long breath.

“Do you believe me now?” he asked calmly.

Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as the young woman sniffled, her burning face so hot, it was painful. “...Y, yes,” she whispered in defeat, crying.

Gently, Luther turned her in his arms, allowing her to hide her shame inside the crux of his embrace. Too tired to care about propriety at this moment, she simply wanted comfort.

Even if that comfort came from the very twisted scoundrel that had caused her to be upset in the first place!

Luther gazed down at the woman in his arms, his gold eyes bright with hidden thoughts as he made soothing motions against her back. “Sweetling, I did apologize in advance, if you remember. This seemed like the quickest way to get you to believe me,” he continued to defend himself.

“...unsightly...lustful beast…!”