<b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>Tathariel had caught the object in the hands of the redhead with her sight. "Soo... does it count how long it takes me? And it is my freedom that counts or are you interested in something else?" she slowly rocked in her chains, trying to get the 'captors and tormentors' focus on anywhere than her hands. While the elf surely did not want to hurry, she already started feeling up her bounds. They did not checked her hair or hands before they locked her up, and even at her feet she had been flexing her muscles to not let them pull the manacles too tight.<br/><br/>People always looked at wood elves as akin to savages, easily forgetting that they not only had their woodcrafting skills and nature knowledge, but also had their magic, and their steel. So, it was slim, lightweight, but flexible hard steel tools - kind of like herself - hidden on her body thatshe would be picking the locks. After she got a full taste of what they planned for her, of course. Also, opening the lock did not meant that she would show her hands and get out of it.<br/><br/>Tathariel was getting aroused with anticipation, eyes opening wide, her breathing changed too. It could be seen as fear or stress, but whoever got too close to her would see the signs of arousal. At least her pussy would be slick for the toy...<br/><br/>Anyway, when Betty asked her, she replied "Please, be my guest and do your best."