"I don't care what you think of it. Why should<em>you</em>determine<em>my</em>life?" Illania replied, and when the woman kissed her, she strove to hold it away from her, but in moments the woman pierced her mental resistance with her honeyed words, and then there was nothing she could do as the curse sank into her body, leaving the bleary, unsteady priestess far too vulnerable to the miasma...which almost instantly began to seep into her body.<br/><br/>Sylvia's eyes went wide as the demoness entered the room and changed her form. The sight of another elf...there were so<em>few</em>of them left, and that just made her angry. The loss of someone so beautiful and poised from their species...it was frustrating beyond measure, and the woman's words actually didn't help at all. She growled into the gag, glowering at the demoness. And when the gag came out, Sylvia spat for a moment, working her jaw before she spoke. Her head seemed far clearer than it had been, and she looked up at Alurial, eyes filled with defiance.<br/><br/>"In all the city I came from, there are less than a<em>thousand</em>elves left. A thousand, lone elves. And with each passing year, you, and those like you, steal them away. Turning them into something<em>else</em>. You aren't an elf. Once you were beautiful and glorious...and now? Now you're not. Now you're a monster with crimson skin, who wants nothing else than to destroy what's left of my species. What was once<em>your</em>species." Sylvia said, taking a deep breath and shaking her head. "Do we<em>want</em>to live in the fortresses? Of course not! But we want to be ourselves, not some...perverted monstrosities of what we once were! And you...all of you, keep attacking. Keep stealing us away. So we live and fear and terror, but it's because of what<em>you</em>do to us."