<div class="floatright">(http://i10.servimg.com/u/f10/10/06/41/26/c_dirk11.jpg)</div><strong>Sabisstra Melafin</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=927855)<br/><br/>Sabisstra wasn't pleased that she was to share a room with the others, or that she would remained chained to them. This of course hindered her initial plan of experimenting with the collar. She quickly tried to gauge the threat these possibly caused. They were shocked through the chain before, she wondered if these had any defense built into them, other than what she suspected was the reason her senses were dulled.<br/><br/>Observing the initial conversation between the others made her even more frustrated. There was a priestess among them, and oh how she hated them. She made a mental note of not making an enemy of Nazura before she could make sure to dispatch of her permanently... until then she would play the confused girl.<br/>Alvudri was more to her liking. Young and hotheaded, she was more likely to be useful as a distraction if she needed one, what's better the collar also made the others susceptible to influence as she felt herself when she moved almost automatically when the blonde commanded them inside.<br/>Terniss, she didn't like. A drow and a female no less who was owned as a slave before? More than suspicious she did not murder her owner before... Sabisstra was instantly wary of her. If she had to capture strangers and lock them up together, she too would put a spy among their ranks.<br/>Gelzana remained much of a mystery, but the assassin suspected the stupid sow was sedated for a reason. Perhaps she could be useful, later. She noted while she tried to gauge the physical fitness and strength of her roommates.<br/><br/><em>I am Sabal. I am...was a bodyguard to a Matron of a House. I suspect she is such no more if I was sent to be a slave for demons. And the ring that bound me to her is gone.</em>she lied, routinely assuming a new identity when dealing with new people.<br/><em>I suppose that puts me out of job in case any of you would require my services when we're free of this...pleasure den.</em><br/><br/>One way for Sabisstra to operate among other females and especially priestesses of Lolth was by pretending to be an obedient little lamb who liked to follow and enjoy the securities of a powerful patron, after all there were many such individuals living their worthless dull lives as others dictated. The assassin vowed not to be one of them, even if she had little choice at the moment.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lieing to the others</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bluff check: going with a routine check (taking  ten) with +13 for a total of 23. Crafting fake identities should be second nature to Sabisstra by now, and the others should have a hard time seeing through that with their ridiculously penalized sense motive skill. I'm also using sense motive to gauge if the others are lying, rolling a 9+19-10=18 total even through the penalty the collar imposes. <br/>By the way do you want me to use that horrible, frustrating cheating sod of a dice bot, or are you ok with me rolling my actual dice?</div></div><br/><br/>Once the girls were summoned, Sabisstra had to swallow her noble pride once more, displaying her charms to ogling peasants like she was a piece of meat on a slab. She was no stranger to the procedure of course, but usually it was her inspecting well built males to pick from, who would then be grateful at the chance of serving her.<br/>As humiliating as this was, the male who approached her wasn't bad looking himself. Strong, tall and every bit as dumb looking as the assassin liked them. She would have picked him for sure, were their roles reversed. Her heart skipped a beat when the man spoke in common. She was to serve this lowly human male now... but opportunity presented itself even now, and it wasn't like she couldn't try to enjoy the act, right?<br/><br/>She looked with fake longing at the man when she could feel the invasion to her mind, at least as briefly as being issued a command she *had* to follow. Hardly aware that her chains were removed, she led the man upstairs on an unfamiliar path, only snapping out of the spell when the door closed behind the man and she found herself alone with the warrior at the scene of her imminent whoring herself out.<br/><br/>"Oh master, you are such a powerful man! There are none like you among the elves, frail, thin wizards all of them! Please, tell me how you would like me to pleasure you and I will gladly serve you!" she purred honeyed words she knew the man wanted to hear, folding her arms under her generous breast causing them to bulge forward as she slightly bent, displaying the ample black orbs that she knew men were weak against. She had little time away from the others, and she'd have to take every chance with her client, trying to get to know where he's from and try to make him get her out of here. It would be far simpler to kill and escape a human warrior who thinks he owns her, than any of the other patrons she saw down in the hall after all...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Trying to stroke the warrior's ego and make him hear what he wants in order to coax him to slip information or boast about something that would help her get an idea where he's from.<br/>Rolled a 19 on my d20 adding +10 for the skill and +2 for the alluring trait for a total of 31 to change his attitude towards towards "Sabal's" favor! Huzzah!</div></div>