Her fingers stroke the leather of one whip as she looks at herself. "Pleasant? Hardly. I was drugged and that damned green slime did something to me that forced me to enjoy it. Being 'mated' with minotuars is NOT something I wanted to do." She picks up a short handled whip, the long leather tail stiff enough to hurt. "So what happened after I passed out?  I know that the chief", a shudder of revulsion shook her body, " finished in me. And I wake up like this." A flick of her hand gestures to her ponytails, scanty halter, short skirt and boots.