The outside of the tent was rough and cured leather, it smelled of old leather. The inside was a very different matter, outside she could still view Merric sitting by the fire, quietly taking another helping of the soup. But inside, the tent seemed to expand a hundred-fold, a sprawling room lay before Faeryma covered in rich textured pillows, silks, laces, all in the colors of the world. There amongst them great braziers burned with crackling eldricht fires, each more colorful then the next, as she strode along the pillows and felt the soft texture of the rugs beneath her feet she saw the tapestries as well. Long and hanging, many of them slowly wilting away. The elf woman had taken her robes that she had worn before and replaced them with something else entirely.<br/><br/>Now silk covered her luscious breasts, a long ribbon across both, intercut at the middle by one that looped around between her legs. Showing much, but hiding what was truly important. She held her fingers splayed across a metal staff, the surface polished ebony, her eyes stared into Faeryma's as the slave girl once more came to the front. "Allow her to undress you", the elf said, her voice more haughty now, the slave girl would ply the dress from Faeryma's body, revealing her before the elf woman who smiled appreciatively. "Many are the blessings of the Labyrinth", said the elf, "my position here one of them", she curled a finger to the masked slave girl who walked towards her mistress without missing a step.<br/><br/>She knelt besides the throne the elf sat on and accepted the woman's fingers on her scalp with a cooing sound. "It seems many of your.. additions are as well. Tell me, were you born this way or did the labyrinth change you?", she asked, her eyes staring into Faeryma's besides the woman the fires flickered and she felt a cool feel on her spine.