Zael comes down the stairs, looking around with curious eyes, her hands on the hilts of her daggers. Then, she comes to a room with a chained elf. It all seems so weird, almost like a dream to her. She remembers finding the entrance to a dungeon, and going in, curious as to what lay behind the door, but then it seems like the door had vanished behind her, and she found herself coming down those steps.<br/><br/>She stepped forwards and heard two trolls talking. She relaxed somewhat, and smiled slightly. They were both males, but they were also trolls, her people. She saw one of the trolls sitting up in an alcove, ignoring him for now, she instead focused on the chained elf and the troll standing right in front of her. She approached them, and put a hand on the thigh of the elf. Both were much taller than her. Zael was a petite troll, her head being barely at the shoulder of the male troll.<br/><br/>She caressed the elf's thigh with her hand. It was so smooth, so sensual. She brought her other hand on the male troll's thigh and did the same thing, caressing him gently. She moaned at the sweet touches. "Hmmmm... This going to be fun..."<br/>