The older bugbear grinned, then sent the whip flying across the elf's backside. She cried out. He did it again. And again. And again. Several long streks forming on the skin from her back all the way down to her ample ass. Then he stopped. He would surely have drawn blood had he continued.<br/><br/>"What was that?" he asked Sionn. "An order? A proposition? Do you have anything to bargain with, half-horse?"