<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>"They do fear me, yes," Vesz spoke, only exaggerating a little. They had him pretty well under control at this point, so he doubted anyone felt they had much to fear from him anymore, but they did restrict his movements and what he had access to because they knew he would be liable to hurt someone if given half a chance and a glimmer of hope for escape.<br/><br/>"You are to call me 'Sir'," the drow said firmly without a hint of irony, shoving the druid firmly back onto the bed when he seemed to be willing to go along with his more dominant tendencies. He could allow himself to take a bit of enjoyment with this one, though he preferred not having to entertain clients. "Clothes off. Now."