A thought came to Grishka's mind, her head twitching as if to welcome its presence. Her brows furrowed, her brow raised in curiousity. "Have you ever considered that, perhaps, your ability to percieve and recognize danger may be all the skill you need? Acting as a sort of threat detector, the people whom you travel with would be never caught off-guard." She looked over her shoulder and thumbed back tword the corridor. "You guessed correctly. That is a shrine of Kaitlea, holy ground to a fertility goddess. Though her breast obsession exceeds normality." She turned back to Viloet again. "It's her magic that keeps the women in there full despite constant draining. The...last 'batch' described the process as 'a continuous barrage of explosive orgasms.' Possibly a side effect of the influences they were under.<br/><br/>"Before you go accusing Terry of anything, Malchanceux isn't lacking in families or people who have a debt to repay. Considering the filth that this place has attracted, I can think of<em>much</em>worse fates." She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at Viloet. "I hope you're not thinking of going down there again. Nobody's ever been 'attracted' twice."