"Oh... yeah, dragons tend to like doing that." the woman said, kind of gazing at something that isn't there for a moment, off in her own thoughts most likely, but then focuses in "I'm sorry he took such liberties despite your lack of enjoyment..."<br/><br/>Then the woman frowned, and reached out to pull the woman in tight against her bosom, of which the halfling could feel that the woman's body was like weaved and coiled adamantine underneath a cushion of soft, gentle femininity.  The woman must spend all of her time working out, perhaps that's why she was hanging from the ceiling with her shirt off?<br/><br/>"Now don't say that; you're not worthless." she said, her tone caring, yet the words were quite firm "Just how long have you been a slave anyway?  It sounds like it's been quite a while..."