<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Mercy, cargo hold<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Hatching a plan<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jacqueline, Colleen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Very well girl," Danae said coolly.  Whatever lay behind the bolted and padlocked doors worried her to no end.  That they may be sailing to an island that doubled as a bedlam was unsettling enough, but nothing on the<em>Mercy</em>appeared to make sense.  Al the answers she was being fed generated more questions, with no hope of closure or completeness.  This was a spiral of madness, and she resolved to avoid being caught in it.  Baykur could answer, and they would need to fetch her. "We shall consider our plan, but as for you - you shan't leave this hold until we have the answers we seek."<br/><br/>She spun Colleen around, so that the girl was facing the wall, wrists locked in unyielding soldier's grip.  Baykur was a woman of oddly refined tastes.  Perhaps she had acquired something of the Dementlieuese fashion of preferring her girls smooth-shaven.  It was not a Mordentish affectation; buxom Polly back home was rather proud of her luxuriant, auburn thatch, but perhaps Mordentish girls were by inclination simpler.  To Jacqueline she said, "The Captain seems quite demanding, when have you last seen a seafarer's girl so well put together?  She is no courtesan, but a cabin girl."<br/><br/>With a shred of Colleen's sundered rags, she tied the girl's wrists behind her back, lest she recover the goblin-knife.  "We can fix her to one of the padlocks with another strand of fabric, and gag her.  She will doubtless call for help otherwise.  We should go fetch the Captain under the pretense that her cabin girl has encountered some mishap in the hold."  Then, addressing Colleen, "You won't shout, will you girl - you shall remain silent.  And obedient."  She brought down the flat of her hand on curve of Colleen's arse, leaving a fading red hand-print on pristine flesh.  A surge of desire stirred in her, and she regarded her captive with predatory eyes.  She pressed another bundle of ragged linen to Colleen's lips, doubtless the delight of Captain Baykur's nights at sea.<br/><br/>"Perhaps Mademoiselle Jacqueline, we should avail ourselves of Colleen's hospitality.  But first, I suggest that we find and fetch Baykur.  Or perhaps she will in time come to us?  She is doubtless attached to this girl, her rare jewel.  What say you?"