Mourn would incline his head and walk over to take the spot.  When he caught the scent of that wet spot, it was all he could do to not take her then and there.  He could have, perhaps he should have.  After all, she wore the collar.  The chain would be taken in his hand and he'd have her however he so chose.  However, that would ruin this entire game.  So when she stood, he'd proceed to sit where she had been, using a hand to roughly move himself in his pants to a more comfortable position.  "Is there anything else?" he asked with a sly smile.  "Or was that it?"<br/><br/>The kobolds were all but panting now, her sweet aroma making them leak even further.  The size of the little beasts were impressive, easily two to three times the size of a normal human.  At least two of them were gently stroking themselves while they watched her.  While Mourn hadn't been entirely forthcoming with the information as to what would happen when the game reached its pinnacle, they could all guess what it would entail.  After all, she was collared!  She would be free to whoever would grasp that chain.