<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"I guess there is a lesson in all this. Don't drink and dungeon-dwell." </span></span>Adelina made light of the situation, but she was as afraid of what was to come as her friend. She did not care as much about her reputation as Gwyneth did, but she understood that the bulls wouldn't just let them go regardless of what they might otherwise do. They were their prisoners until they tired of tormenting them. That was how Adelina interpreted this new 'mission'.<br/><br/>When the female minotaurs put her in the ridiculously skimpy attire - and Adelina was used to clothes that covered little - she was sure that they were indeed merely interested in further humiliating them than causing war amongst the people of the dungeon.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"> "Goblins eh? That sounds lovely... Whatever happened to me belonging just to you?" </span></span>Adelina addressed the older minotaur, the one that had just violently painted the inside of her womb with his sticky, smelly jizz.<br/><br/>They were pushed along the narrow corridors, deeper and deeper into the dungeon, until they were left to their own devices at a crossroads. From there, they were to continue onward on their own.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"Well, got any ideas princess? Cause we sure could use a good plan right about now. I hope you realize that those bulls can't be trusted? They're just power-hungry primitives with perverted minds."</span></span>She observed the bulls disappear in the distance. The way back was surely being guarded by them now. She wished she still had Magiste on her. Walking around the dungeon completely unarmed did not sit well with her, at all.