<strong>~Gwindolyn~</strong><br/><br/>Gwindolyn pushes off the male that she was playing with.  Blood flows from several deep lines along his back, butt and thighs.  The crimson liquid flows from her neck and ears.  He growls at being discarded.  His complaint visible without the audio, but the audio definitely punctuated his displeasure.  She waves him to the side to await her next whim.  Feeling extremely irritated, the male does so.  She brings herself to full height.  Her black body gleams even more than normal with the wet shimmer.<br/>“Usstan olath dalharil, vedui’”  (translation: My dark daughter, Greetings)  She ignores any signal that the respects paid were anything less than they ought to be given her dual roles of Matron and highest ranked priestess, making her twice over the lead of the house and most definitely the powerhouse to be reckoned with.  Gwindolyn does not bother dressing herself or covering in the least.  She drips down pinkish drops of bathwater.  Her hair dipping free down her back, reaches almost to her feet.  Usually she only let her hair flow so freely during and after a bath.  Few ever see her like that, except her group of pleasure males and a couple of personal attendants.  Iellwen was the second most powerful female in her house, being an arms master and all.  Still, she does not bid the drowess to rise.<br/>“As your intelligence minions have informed us, so I have confirmed,” she continues speaking in drow (in English for the sake of the readers).  “The house of too great import to be named in this room is planning an attack on our house.  Thanks to your hard work, I am already taking measures to ensure Lloth’s favor.  I need you to gather our strength.  Prepare them for the coming battle, but not in a way any will see we prepare for combat.  Just let them see us doing business as usual. Bring the rest inside and use the indoor, windowless arena.  I want them to think we are vulnerable.”<br/>