Having vented her anger on the hapless girl for a while yet, Naiobe reaches up. The girl is hung from a metal arm much like those from which cauldrons are hung, and Naiobe swings it out and away from the flames with the albino still dangling from the metal. Naiobe strokes the welts that she's raised from the creamy skin of her victim, then brushes the backs of her knuckles between the girl's legs. "If you can't learn to live on your knees before me," she murmurs, brushing the girl's nether lips delicately, "then you'll at least make a pretty decoration in my hall." Naiobe teases the girl for another moment, then turns away. She slides cool metal up the girl's thighs, settling the band firmly against the girl's sex and buttocks. A few twists and the snick of a lock, and Naiobe has locked the girl against whatever abuses she might suffer in the hall.<br/><br/>"Corwyn will see you in there," she murmurs. "He'll wonder what you did wrong." Naiobe's lips curve into a slight frown as she slides a thick leather gag over the girl's mouth, then forces that mouth open so that she can insert the leather tongue of the gag far into the girl's mouth and partway down her throat. Locking the gag into place, Naiobe tweaks one of the girl's tormented nipples, then turns away. She'll have the girl brought down and hung in the hall, and then get herself some sleep.<br/><br/>While she lay there with the smell of scorched skin still in her nose, she ponders how best to avoid the princeling in the morning. Blech.