Moving away from that dark stair provided faint relief from the demonic whispering that plagued the back of her mind, and so it was with a quickened step that she walked with her captor into the guard room.<br/><br/>And stopped short.<br/><br/>The sights that lay in wait were nothing less than horrific to the priestess, who gasped audibly at the sight of her captive sisters. They were engaged in acts not only lewd, but taboo by the standards of their own people, each act running squarely against the precept of joyous union for the hope of procreation, and her stomach twisted sickly as her eyes moved from one writhing, moaning elf-girl to the next, disgusted by each new thing she saw, and stepping back, trying to draw away from it all.