Watching her squirm, the 'good' king smiled.  It would have been a charming smile, save not for when he did it.  For all her bravado, he seemed more amused by it to say the least.  "And soon you'll be completely sworn by my 'wood', fair elf."   King Cal got up from his throne, his stride as arrogant as when he had first taken her prisoner, approaching the fallen general.  "I knew you'd say that.  And that will make this conquering much more sweet than when I took your home."<br/><br/>Looking over to an unseen corner of the room, he gave a slight nod.  "You see, I had assumed you'd not willingly become my harlot, so I had our court alchemist make some 'instructional aids', if you will." A gaunt, ancient man in his late years strode from the dark .  He wore old, dirty robes, and was gnarled and wrinkled in his twilight years.  In his hand he held a red vial of swirling liquid, he approached the King, only giving quick looks to Chrystalii before addressing his king.  "My lord, its just as you specified.  Its the same formula you gave the orcs, but it should allow for her to be more self aware."<br/><br/>Grinning, he took the vial and looked down at the elven woman.  "This is what we like to call 'Dragon's Heat'.  Its an interesting extract, brothal owners use it to break in new girls.  When ingested, it, for lack of better words, puts women into 'heat'.  And you, my dear, are about to drink the vial."  Holding in front of her, there was a sickeningly sweet smell comming from it, with the knowledge of what it was, it was likely all the more disgusting.  "That is, unless you want me to execute the royal family.  Yes, I spared the king, queen, and princess from the orcs.  It had taken some effort to, the orc chieften 'really' wanted to have the princess as his personal dick warmer.  So tell me, what say you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>