<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ND5ILXf.jpg)</div>The next thing he... (he?) ... felt was the sensation of being carried, a soft, feminine groan escaped his (his?) lips and suddenly the sensation of being dropped.  Cold hard stone pressed against nearly naked flesh, with only a hint of cloth between his legs and about his waist, and the feeling of bare breasts pressing against stone as long hair fell around him.  Wait... breasts?  He struggled to open his eyes.  What... What was this?<br/><br/>He was a man, wasn't he?  What was this blonde hair, firm breasts, this wasn't his body.  The cold stone floor was smooth under delicate hands as he pushed upwards with graceful feminine fingertips to look around, blinking confusedly.  There was very little light, glowing lichen clinging to worked cavern walls, but for some reason he could see clearly in the gloom.  She could see clearly?<br/><br/>The sound of clacking boot heels behind her made her shift, spinning to a sitting position and looking up at the form coming down the corridor towards her... him.... what?  Skin a deep blue and gray, with leather corset and loincloth, the woman looked like someone with authority, and that wasn't just because of the blade at her hip or the whip coiled in her hand.  No, the woman radiated power and confidence from the tips of her shiny leather high heeled boots to the tips of her pointed ears.... pointed ears?<br/><br/>Behind her two small green creatures scrabbled and hustled to keep up with the woman, pointing and clucking.<strong> "We wuz takin her to the corpse pit mistress.  Then all'a sudden she jerked, gasped, and her skin got all glowy.  Her wounds healed and she took a breaf!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Interesting," </strong>the drow woman said coming to a stop in front of where he (she?) sat, still confused.<strong>"Slave, your name was Taenya, was it not?  Tell me, I personally inspected your corpse, you were dead, how is it that you're breathing again?"</strong><br/><br/>That name, Taenya, that sounded very.... right.  That was her name, wasn't it?  Taenya Immeril?  Wait, no, that wasn't it, it was.... um... he'd been on his way to meet with his girlfriend... and his name was.... his girlfriend's name was.... why were these memories so clouded?<strong> "Well, speak slave, or I'll put an end to this mystery now with blade point."</strong>The drow looked down at her impatiently.