Alinn’sora smiled as she gently shook the hand of the drider. Her fingers were warm and clammy, but nothing untoward passed between the two beings. Her taint remained restrained, held back beyond the grey flesh of her slim digits. The smile broadened slickly, as if she had a secret that even the seemingly free ethereal feline did not know.<br/><br/>‘We have nothing in common beyond escape? I believe that to be incorrect. I sense in you a desire that is absent in the other chattel in this place. The desire for power and dominion. I know something of your origin, for my ears are not blinkered. The whispers I hear say you were a shopkeeper, a tailor no less, although it is entirely clear that there is more to you than that. I smell murder in you, it is intoxicatingly delicious.’<br/><br/>The nymph’s moist tongue flicked out and licked her lips and she let capriciousness ebb into her movements. Excitement was building within the slender frame of Alinn’sora, it was entirely obvious and built into a grin and a giggle that made her talismans jangle musically.<br/><br/>‘Tell me, Elir. Would you like to be a queen? Worshiped. Feared. Adored? Do I even need to ask? Stranger leaders have been forged, from even more unseemly origins.’<br/><br/>Alinn’sora kept a firm hold of the drider’s hand and pulled it close, planting a kiss upon the back of it as it drew close to the bars. A tingle of magic flittered across Elir’s flesh and blossomed into a beautiful flower, the first non-fungal creation that the nymph had bestowed upon the area in her entire time within the dungeon.<br/><br/>‘There is life in me the likes of which this befouled place has never seen. Just like you, fertile, virile, just needing an opportunity to flourish. You ask why they fear me. Do you truly wish to know? You ask that I spare the feline my animosity, I will not, at least not until I am free of this blasted prison. I have your assistance now, your strength. I do not need this capricious creature’s assistance, not anymore. Indeed, I will need your aid and that of your fellow prisoners more than that of the feline.’<br/><br/>With a smile as sickly as that of her sweet odour Alinn’sora released Elir’s hand and took a step back. She looked around the dungeon, at the varied and depraved acts being carried out. Her eyes darted rapidly about the vile place, drinking in all of the sights and sounds of depravity and carnality. She inhaled deeply and laughed, fully and brazenly. From her flesh billowed a black cloud of spores, erupting everywhere from her bared skin.<br/><br/>‘Tell me, Elir. Do you smell my taint in the air? Do you see the drifting darkness of my spores? I am everywhere here. Since my arrival I have filled this citadel with my presence, from the deepest dungeon to the highest minaret. Subtly and without note I have settled here like a tick, biding my time. Alone I could not hope to succeed, but now…now it is different.<br/><br/>There is an army lurking here, beyond the ken of the master of this place. All it takes to summon it forth is but a command from me. Of course, it would be rude of me to bring them forth before our hosts have sated their desires…’<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>