His fingertips brushed over the scar, and just where the skin was taut and shiny, she could feel the pressure but not the actual contact, as if her own skin had abandoned here where the castle sigil had been set into her flesh, and Felicity shuddered even as she nodded, watching the pair depart the room with tears still standing in her eyes, panting for breath and trying to find the center of herself in a maelstrom of unwanted pleasure and unexpected horror at what these noble-blooded freaks were capable of.<br/><br/>Then they were gone, with only the memory of pain and the elfwoman's mewls echoing in her ears as she sat up, expecting to be aching. But somehow, her body felt refreshed and limber as if she'd just had a full night's sleep upon the fine sort of bed that a person of her station would normally never know. Gingerly she slid forward off the contraption, shuddering anew as her hand brushed over the limp ropes and darted away, heading for the bucket and retrieving the rag within. Squeezing the excess water out, she set to cleaning the sweat from herself, but abruptly moved all her attention to her knee when she felt a tickle - which turned out to be a trickle of elven sex juices, which coated her briefly shattered joint and thigh like a glaze.<br/><br/>"His Excellency," she said hesitantly, glancing at the matron as she washed herself, scrubbing particularly at those parts that had been touched by either of her tormentors, "...do you know what he might want of me?"