"Why should you?" Jezebel repeated the question Aerth had asked. Her eyes twitching at how insane the little sorceress was she's living in a drow society and trying to disobey a female drow. "You're lucky that you're skills are still useful to me, otherwise you'll be in those slave camp or being tortured to death." She couldn't hold back her anger, but it was better to say that than leash her whip out at Aerth.<br/><br/>Ignoring the slaves, Jezebel walked up to Aerth and whispered into her ears. "Look at it this way, you'll get to play around with them as much as you want while you help me train them. They don't need to be transformed straight away. As long as they are ready for matron mother the day I present them to her. Are you sure you want to reject this offer?"