Leanansidhe nods. "You may wish to remove your clothes, then, unless you prefer she remove them. I imagine that will be her first objective," she warns, giving him a moment to respond, before walking over to the drow, and tapping her lightly on the forehead.<br/><br/>The woman gasps, and jerks awake, her amethyst eyes focusing on him with hard, cold hatred, for just a moment, before softening, her features going slack and submissive. "What do you desire of me, master? Shall I pleasure you?"