He chuckled at that, "Me being the expert in magic that I am, could of course help you if I wanted to, but I prefer to see men like you suffer your well deserved fate."

"What have we ever done to you?" You ask with a hint of panic in your voice.

"Rich men like you, never leave me a decent tip! It's also really funny." The Proprietor laughs, "Looks like your... gorgeous... wife has finished eating."

You look back at the buffet table and see Bertha, with food stains all over her body, waddling back towards you with a contented smile on her food smeared face. The buffet table behind her looks like a disaster zone. There are food stains all over the table cloth, many of the plates are broken, and there is silverware scattered over half of the room. As she approaches, the spell on your mind goes back to full strength.

"All that food was yummy!" Bertha says before she lets out a loud belch, "I love eating!"

"So do I, Mistress." You're forced to say, "But not as much as I love you!"

"Tee hee, you're making me blush!" She giggles and oinks, "But enough delays, let's go to our hotel room and get our enchantments. I can't wait to get you into bed!"

"Yes, Mistress." You reply as you meekly follow along behind her while you helplessly try to resist the spell.

After walking through the hotel for a few minutes, you arrive outside your room.