The drow priestess smiled and tented her fingers together as she leaned forwards on the rock.  "Yes, these four, tha coulda been drow.  Maybe not born drow, but reborn by my lady.  Tha man with the muscles an' skill know when ta keep his head down.  Tha man with pride finding himself unwilling to fall inta order.  Tha vixen, craving sex and pleasure.  An the whip mistress ready to deal out tha right amount of force ta make her point."<br/><br/>Her white teeth seemed to glow in the moonlight and to any observing her, it was obvious that her nipples were pert and erect, she was obviously excited about the possibility of coming violence.  "Some spiders, they attack they broodmates as soon as they hatch to establish order.  Maybe they got more of Lolth in them then they know."<br/><br/>She seemed unconcerned as to anyone listening, and spoke to herself, or perhaps her goddess, as she shifted forwards on her smooth obsidian stone, eager to see the reaction of the deft whip strike.