Responding to his question as she turned the key, she replied, "My people are the dark elves, Master, until recently we lived in the Underdark, and were feared there. But some of us left, trying to get away from our kin, and returned to the surface, even though we were below the surface for so long that the sun burns our eyes."<br/><br/>Looking at the rings in confusion, Mayae ignores the pain in her ass, instead praying to her goddess for either vengence or release. Pulling the needle out, she examined it for a minute, and then said, "I am confused as to wear I am to pierce myself with this, Master."<br/><br/>Noticing the rings, she pulls one of the two ring on her hands off, but the other she leaves on, not that it could come off. She had worn her Ring of Sustenance for so long that it was stuck on, and the only way to remove it was to cut the finger off. She shudders and then continues, "Master, may I leave my Ring of Sustenance on? It is a simple enchantment that allow me to survive without food or water. And it is on to tight to remove with out removing the finger."<br/><br/>She looks at him, waiting for his response, and tried to determine what kind of dragon he was.<br/><br/>She did wonder how he knew what she tasted like, being a virgin, her hymen was still intact, so her fluids should not have escaped. Suddenly staring at the rings in horror, she thinks she knows where they are to go, and turns to the dragon and says, "Please master, don't pierce my body."<br/><br/>Her tears fall, knowing he would not listen, as her hands cover her breasts and she closes her legs to protect her sex. Her breathing is fast and shallow, and the smell of terror and fear strength to ten times what it was. It was obvious she was going into the blind, animalistic panic of someone confronted with their worst fear.