Grace raised an eyebrow.  "Isn't that prostitution, Riz?"<br/><br/>"Maybe.  But she's not a whore yet, right?  It's up to you to make that happen.  Besides... you know I can't resist this pink skin and round ears..."  Riz shivered rather dramatically.  "I won't break her, I promise.  She'll be mostly functional when she returns."<br/><br/>She patted Jaime on the butt.  "Nothing's fun like willing slavery, right, Gracey?"  She grinned.<br/><br/>"If you're not back tomorrow, I'm going to report this whole thing."<br/><br/>"It'll be fine!  Take a few customers, calm yourself down.  We'll see you tomorrow."<br/><br/>That was it; Riz turned on her heels, and the other elfs turned with her, and they started their trek out of the temple and toward wherever it might be that Riz called home.  While they were walking, after they'd escaped the city limits, Riz started thinking out loud.<br/><br/>"You know, I hadn't considered that you were offering to be a<em>slave</em>for the evening," she said.  "I thought we were just going to ... enjoy one another's company?  But that's okay, too, I can handle a little slavery."  She grinned.  "In the Undercity, the laws -- decency laws, yes? -- are not so tightly held."  She let that thought linger.