Erillia groaned as she awoke, her eyes blinking into focus as she lifted her head from a stone floor.  It was far from the first she'd ever slept on, but this time, she couldn't remember going to sleep in such a place.  Hazy memories filled her mind that she was certain were a dream, until the sound and sight of the 'Master' greeted her.  She snapped awake all at once, her hands lifting not to cover herself as her enemy seemed to think, but to unleash her magic.  Only for it to fizzle, for nothing to manifest.  She felt the looming weight of dread as she was forced to listen instead, unable to fight.<br/><br/>She didn't like what he had to say, and she knew full well the odds were probably so stacked against her that it was impossible to emerge victorious.  His type didn't gamble unless they had an ace up their sleeve.  But, and the idea made her sick, she didn't seem to have any choice but to play his sick game.  Especially not if she was to rescue the others... She felt a heavy weight in her stomach, every moment here was a moment they were being tormented.  Still, best to gather information, while she could.<br/><br/><strong>"If you want me to play your game."</strong>She informed him, her voice cool.  She was hard to faze, at least on the surface.<strong> "I want to see the contract you signed with Thovas.  Why should I trust your word anymore than his?"</strong>Her eyes glanced at the outfits, then returned to the figure.  A faint redness filled her cheeks, she had never been opposed to showing a bit of cleavage... but the outfits in question weren't fit for a whore.