The drained lady is unable to fight back in her weakened state, easily overcome and forced onto the bed. She weakly scratches at Ancalagon, her claws raking over his scales but barely laving a mark at all. She moans out loudly from the violent fondling.<br/><br/>"Oh, looks like I lost. Mummy will be very cross, you know, there'll be a spanking most certainly. But for a foe to overpower me like this, ooh, I've never been the submissive one before, you better be as rough as I am with my victims, I want to feel this next year!"<br/><br/>Throughout her little speech, she seems to change, no longer putting on the semi-childish act, and speaking more like a true warrior - the intelligence that showed in her eyes before now surfacing.