She could not just see and smell them, she could feel the high lust that course through their bodies, making them oddly more like the humans that they were so wrongly coupling with, and her hands fluttered out before her in consternation as she took a step forward, toward her sister elves.<br/><br/>"This cannot be what you choose, what you enjoy, surely - these things which are so rightfully taboo among our people! Stand, tell me it is not so, please!" Elandriel was increasingly distraught as she spoke, looking at them, and seeing how eagerly they glanced at the guardsmen and her own captor, how they glistened with the sweat of their exertion - and worst of all, how she could feel no fear or humiliation within them, for what they were doing.<br/><br/>"No, sister, we did not choose this. It was given to us as a gift, this freedom from the taboos that held us restrained." The elven woman in the middle answered first, the two on either side nodding eagerly and smiling as they chimed in. "We will not stand, and we have no desire to turn away from this life and to the one we were rescued from; these men give us the perfect reason to be, and we are glad for it, to be here and be theirs."