The elf blushed and nodded, then squealed, as Finexia pinned her, which quickly turned into moans of pleasure, as she was ravished.<br/><br/>She'd find Ivy overseeing the three priestesses, who were in the midst of sewing dresses; simple ones, certainly, likely intended for the many elves Finexia had captured. The Nymph would smile as Finexia entered, and rose to greet her with a kiss. "How is everything?"