Brom nodded and moved to stroke the hair of the slavegirl bound so intimately to Elandriel.  "You should show her some gratitude slut," he said with a chuckle.  Then he moved away.  The girl lifted her eyes to meet the elf's, her own wide with fear and now a hint of uncertainty.<br/><br/>Brom set the cup back by the fire and moved over to a cabinet.  He took out a small box from it and walked back to stand before the elven priestess.  He reached out and pinch one of her nipples with his free hand, then opened the box and withdrew a metal clamp with a small tightening screw.  He pressed it to her nipple and turned the screw slowly, clamping down on her nipple until the trapped nub began to discolor.  At that point, he gave it a tug and then repeated the process on her other nipple.  As it bounced back into place after his test pull, he looked at the elf and paused for a moment.<br/><br/>