<b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>Betty gave the wooden frame a sidelong glance, but decided it was probably best not to pass comment. The alchemist had played with restraint in the past, but preferred the feel of far softer materials to that of cold, hard metal. Perhaps fortunately, the appearance of the leather-clad elf completely distracted Betty from any other observation.<br/><br/>"Hello again," the redhead smiled, already wondering whether the elf's presence was happenstance or something more sinister. "Yes, that's correct, what a pleasant surprise."<br/><br/>She moved to sit beside the Mistress and watched attentively as the Mistress showed off her<i>toy</i>. Betty was impressed, both by its ingenuity and practicality. She felt a gentle heat beginning to colour her throat, as a tiny thrill of arousal chased down the young woman's spine.<br/><br/>"I think the test looks difficult enough already," Betty smiled. "Although I imagine your distraction would make being stuck in chains a more enjoyable experience."<br/><br/>The alchemist watched with rapt attention as the elf began to disrobe. Despite the casual manner in which Tathariel stripped, there was something undeniably erotic about the slow reveal of smooth flesh. The clinical part of her mind noticed the chaffing and redness surrounding the other woman's sex, but that didn't stop the heat from rising still further.<br/><br/>Her body wasn't perfect and that somehow made the elf even more breath-taking. Betty's eyes roamed over the smooth curves, occasionally lingering as the redhead took in Tathariel's unearthly beauty.<br/><br/>"Would you mind?" Betty breathed, her voice more husky than she intended. The chemist indicated the elf's injury and raised a curious eyebrow. Without waiting for a response, she dipped her fingers into her cleavage and withdrew a small vial of liquid. "This will take down some of that swelling, without deadening your sensations. It might also add a little lubrication to the situation, just in case that is a problem."<br/><br/>By now, Betty's cheeks were burning near crimson. She was no naïve when it came to such matters, but with a near complete stranger and with such imposing witnesses, the young woman's embarrassment seemed to have reached a crescendo.