Moving at a jog Varres could only hope that any traps ahead had been deactivated by Haruna, throwing caution into the wind as he scrambled to make up for lost time. This far into the complex there was no dust or sand to mark the previous traveler’s progress so knowing exactly where she had gone and what path she had taken was impossible. This passageway was rather unremarkable, and at the end of it there was a normal-sized door, not one of the grand contraptions that seemed to dominate the architecture of this place.<br/><br/>His pace abruptly slow to a cautious walk as a sound both high-pitched and irregular reached his elegantly curved ears. They sounded like grunts of effort, decidedly female in nature. Perhaps she had found a door and was trying to pry it open rather than figuring out how to unlock it? Quietly drawing his rapier with every intention of catching her unawares while she struggled with whatever it was that vexed her he lingered just on the side of the threshold to pinpoint her location in the room (near the floor?) and then leapt in, blade raised before him.<br/>“ Drop it, wench! You’ll not catch me unawares...this…time…?! “<br/><br/>For the second time that day, the sight of Haruna made the blood elf gape, but it seemed that this time for the very opposite reason. Rather than nude she was tightly mummified from head to toe by inch-wide alabaster linens, the only parts of her exposed where the bottoms of her boots and some delicious slices of her protruding rump and breasts where the wrappings apparently weren’t up to the task. She had been squirming around but upon hearing his words she instantly froze, partially curled, her folded position making her ass cheeks bulge against their bindings.<br/>Words could not describe the whirlwind of mixed emotions that twirled around in the sin’dorei’s head. Everything from “ serves you right, bitch! “ to “ wow, I’m going to stand here for an hour and just drink this down like fine wine served revenge cold “. What he finally settled on however was a cat-who-caught-the-bird smile that made his cheeks ache it was so broad, and deliberately slow steps forward.<br/><br/>Still his eyes devoured the sight of the orcess in such a predicament. The same fearless woman who had grappled and then slain a full grown crocolisk just an hour before was now rendered completely helpless, the wrappings so tight he could make out the indentations of her legs and the shift of each of the muscles in her thighs and ass.<br/><br/>“ Oh pardon me but you look like a local. I was wondering if you had seen a female orc pass through here? She’s about your height, skin as green as envy and has tusks big enough for a quillboar. No? That’s odd, she must have come through here recently. Hmm, “ Varres pondered, and, having sheathed his sword, set a boot to her side and pushed her onto her belly before seating himself on her ass, an entirely satisfactory shiver of power coursing through his being as he used her in such a manner.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>