<span style="font-weight: bold">Everyone</span><br/><br/>The fire within the mansion continues to spread towards the center of the building, and the library wing stretching out over the cliffs. Whatever remodelling occurred removed any ground-floor doors and windows of the land portion, though the panoramic views through the sea-facing windows must be stunning. From within, you can see shadows flickering out over the ocean. Clearly people are still within, though you can’t determine whether they’re more Emerald Claw soldiers searching for Eliam’s Journal, or Vorgaard and his retainers still attempting to resist them.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a pair of women dash from the main entrance, trailing smoke - and are swiftly grabbed by the Emerald Claw’s soldier girls. Within moments, both maids are seized and stripped of their cute little uniforms, utterly at the mercy of the soldiers… till one of them slams her knee between the claw-woman’s legs, sending the soldier back onto her rump in pain. “Bitch,” the soldier snaps, drawing her flail, “you’ll regret that-”<br/><br/>“Now, now,” one of her companions murmurs, kneeling besides her. “That’s gotta hurt,” she says, sliding her hands inside her fellow soldier’s skirt. “Let me kiss it better,” she continues, following with her lips and head. The fallen soldier moans and trembles, flail dropping from her fingertips.<br/><br/>“B-Becka?” Stammers the maid, as she turns to look at<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>companion… and is answered only by a moan of arousal from the girl writhing in the arms of some more experienced Emerald Claw soldier. The soldier leaves off her nibbling of the maid’s ear to smirk at her comrades, before gently towing the not-unwilling captee behind one of the portico’s pillars… from the positioning, you can see its the soldier who takes to her knees, and the maid pressed pleasurably up against it…