"A pale drow, remarkable!"  The caster exclaimed as he got a better look at Akri, his eyes showed he appreciated the value of such a rare find.  He could only imagine the price such a creature might fetch, assuming the Masters didn't want to keep her for themselves.  In either event, the reward would make this dangerous venture into the city itself worthwhile.  But first he had to bind her so she got slammed onto the table with the others and he pried her hands behind her back and began to try and bind them.  The caster did not have the overwhelming strength of Gronk and fails to bind her hands so her struggle continues.  Hearing her taunt he replies "Pale drow and a<i>maiden</i>, if you speak true you will fetch a fine price."   In the ensuing struggle a potion of some sorts breaks, the caster sees the effect before he notices the spill as Akri's shapely ass begins to fade and soon the rest of her does as well.  He still has her pinned down, but as she turns invisible it gets more difficult to control her hands.  He looks to his comrades for help.  "Gronk you can fuck her later, give me a hand."  He hisses at the large Horc enjoying the sight of his fingers disappearing into Clara's exposed holes.<br/><br/>Gronk was a bit too focused on his work to notice the caster's struggle with the shapely elf, his quick glance to notice her ears and classify her as 'elf' was all the attention he paid to anything besides the tight twated female he was enjoying.  A couple of dwarves decided to take Gronk up on his offer and quickly bound Clara's legs, spreading them wide, each to a separate leg of the table.  She would feel them as they quickly stripped the armor from her legs and admired the smooth flesh of her legs with rough hands and course beards as they licked and nibbled at her exposed flesh, eager for their promised turn.  The clunk of discarded armor sounding beneath her as her lower half was stripped bare.  Gronk was annoyed with the caster's call for help.  "Damn you Allanon, I'm busy here."  He growled but when he looked over and saw the caster wrestling with what seemed like thin air, he knew he had to help.  He reluctantly took his fingers from Clara's openings and nearly crushing her with his weight crawled on top of her, straddling her lower back, with her bare ass now left to the greedy dwarves.  He reached blindly for where Akri's head ought to be and tried to seize her neck or hair.