About halfway down, she hits a metal plate that makes a ting sound, and the upper half of the cake begins to rise up on a platform

Fancy.

She steps back a bit, watching with interest.

The bottom of the cake is hollow, and contains a blindfolded and gagged girl, wrists bound to ankles and tattoos wrapping across her back and down both arms, scrollworks and birds and flowers.

"Traditionally she's supposed to stand up and congratulate you on your birthday," Eliese says, "but when I explained that we wouldn't be doing the cake until after dinner and I needed it here beforehand, well. She became quite rude."

Kiss. "She's lovely."

Kiss!

"So there are your three presents; dinner, the cake, and the girl."

"I'm approaching full... I might have a little cake - it looks so tempting - then play with the girl some, and save the rest for later."

"It is your birthday. You're entitled to do whatever you wish, today of all days."

Kiss!!!

And then: using a spell to levitate the girl out of the cake while she cuts a reasonably thick slice for herself, making sure to include at least one rose. She floats the girl into the living room, dropping her in the middle and lounging on a couch with her cake, patting the seat beside her. "I'll be hands off, for this," she says, then raises the plate with a grin. "Allows me to savor this more."

Eliese slides into the seat next to her with a grin.

She snuggles her, takes a bit of her cake - takes a moment to moan, it's so good - and then starts casting, keeping the girl's bonds in place as she traces little cuts along her rather pretty tattoos.

The girl twitches at the cuts, moaning behind her gag.

Mmmm... She leaves the girl gagged until she's finished tracing the tattoos, leaving thin trails of blood all over her lovely skin, then deftly cuts away the gag.

"Wh- Who's t-there?" Her voice quavers in fear and pain. "P-please let me g-go!"

She swallows her latest bite of cake. "Awww, but we've just started having fun, and it is my birthday..."

"Your birth- oh god." She heaves a shuddering breath.

She retraces one of the earlier cuts that's since closed, asking, "Not excited for me?" as she does so.

She cries out in pain.

"H-h-happy bir-birthday," she manages, weakly.

"Aw, thank you."

Whine.

"My girlfriend said you were rude to her... But if you're very polite now, I'll consider it lesson learned, and even let you go when we're done, alright?"

Jerky nod.

Ghostly hands brush over the girl's skin. "What do you say, when someone's nice to you?"

"Th-thank you?" She makes it sound like a question.

"You're quite welcome."

The hands brush more firmly - and the invisible cuts pick back up. Acererak's escalating pretty slowly, though. (For now.)

She shivers at the touches. "Ah! Ah!"