When Desira cried out her name, Cortia was busy serving Ariv. Her attention was fully focused on task, but the collar had other ideas. The moment the order, well sort of order, her focus changed. The Cleric stopped her motions, her blowjob of the dragonborn ending there. Pulling off she turned to Desira, eyes glazed over as the desire and magic of the collar became too much for the girl.<br/><br/>She approached then, walking with all the seductive grace of a royal courtesan. Her orders weren't clear, but there was enough to make her act. So the cleric pressed against the standing half-elf, hands grasping and groping at the girls breasts. He lips buried themselves into Desira's neck, working on making her current mistress feel pleasure. It was clear at this point Cortia was ripe for abuse while in this tower.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>While the party was busy with its little orgy, the room had become more crowded. Shadows covered the many walls and corners, seeming to hide vague figures among them. Opposite the party however sat a man, obscured by the sudden shadows. He was of indeterminate age, appearing elderly but seeming far fitter than a man of that age should be. He wore green robes and had a white beard, no hair. He appeared to be human to any that took the time to look for the signs.<br/><br/>The man had an amused smile on his face, enjoying the show clearly and soon enough clapping when it was clear he'd been noticed. "Such lovely girls to have come so far in my home. Will make such fine additions should you boys care to share." The old man made no effort to hide how he inspected each of the party members, nor how he enjoyed it. He also appeared unarmed, just wearing the robes and nothing else.