After Siva got up, Rasha rolled onto her back, closing her eyes and trying to banish the pain and memories from her heart. The bed was different from the hammocks she was used to, and frankly Rasha preferred the more traditional bedding for sailors. She listened to the sound of wood scraping over wood as the paladin assembled the table in the small room, making it even more cramped, not that Rasha cared about interior design. Hearing Siva speak, she opened her eyes, but since she couldn't understand his words, he must've been talking to his squire. Rasha stared at the wooden ceiling above, dwelling on dark thoughts and barely noticing the shadow suddenly looming over her.<br/><br/><i>"Hey, wha-!" </i>Rasha hit the floor hard after Siva tugged her off the bed by her rope collar.<i>"You fucker, that hurt!"</i>She growled at him, returning his gaze with a steely glare of her own when their eyes met, refusing to obey him. Of course, being bound meant she couldn't do much more than grumble when he picked her up and lowered her into the water. Used to cleaning herself with cold seawater, Rasha found the lukewarm water to be a new experience, one that wasn't entirely to her liking either. The Satyxis bared her sharp teeth as Siva began to wipe her clean, but only tried to kick him away once before letting him work properly, though not without an irritated growl. As the dirt, salt and other blemishes fade, the Satyxis's smooth and pale blue skin became all the more appealing. Soft, and gleaming from the water, it was all too obvious that human or dwarf women would murder to have a skin as nice as Rasha. Whatever had twisted her kind so, also left an undeniable mark of beauty on each Satyxis.<br/><br/>Rasha let him clean her as he pleased, mostly ignoring him, at least until he spoke.<b>"This whole crying thing just a ploy for another escape attempt?"</b>She frowned and glanced at him, before looking away embarrassed about her obvious weakness.<i>"Shut up."</i>She said shortly, trying to ignore him. She looked back at him again when he mentioned his passed away relatives.<i> "Do you honestly believe the dead to be safe from the will of the Dragonfather?"</i>She scoffed, turning her head away again while he cleaned her chest.<i>"I hope you get to meet them again, the fantasy of a family reunion as their tortured spirits tear you apart is quite heartwarming, don't you think?"</i>She didn't bother listening to him further, and instead began to subtly wriggle her arms. When wet, rope expands, so if she could move them around now a bit then why they're dry her bindings might be loose enough to escape.<br/><br/>It was only when Rasha heard and felt him shift that she glanced back at him, and she raised a perplexed eyebrow when she found Siva looking away embarrassed. Was he really conflicted about touching her privates after what he had done before? In a flash of cruelty, Rasha ground her hips against his hand, rubbing her sex into the cloth and letting out a provocative moan while looking at the paladin. She wasn't in the mood for sex, but teasing him ought to be fun.<i> "What's that? Regretting that you raped me? Afraid your Menoth would think badly of you for inflicting pleasure on a woman against her will? Aren't you pathetic."</i>She laughed mockingly, Siva's embarrassment banishing her pain for the moment, lifting her spirits enough for her not to bother with resisting him as he finished cleaning her and dried her off.<br/><br/><i>"Your squire's piety seems lacking if he's fantasizing about me."</i>Rasha commented as the squire dropped off the food.<i> "You should give him to me for a few days, it'll take a lot more than nudity to provoke that red glow on his cheeks then."</i>The Satyxis spoke casually, as if the rape and desensitization of a teenage boy was nothing new to her. It probably wasn't. She grunted as Siva shoved her down onto her knees, next to his chair. She kept an eye on the paladin as he ate, working at her bindings, trying to loosen the knots without drawing his attention. She ignored the discomfort of wet rope digging into her arms and chest, and ignored the half-eaten chicken leg dropped in front of her. The Satyxis wasn't going to give Siva the pleasure of watching her eat off the floor like a dog, no matter how hungry she was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>