Over the five days and nights, the servants of Malrefesh were respectful, helpful, and accommodating.  Yula/Frais was provided with clothing if she felt she needed it as well as cleaning service if she wished to remain with what she had.  She ate three meals a day, largely seafood apparently gathered from the lake.  Some of the meals had enough tentacles to remind of the massive creature likely now bored with the remains of Yula's little boat.<br/><br/>The offer from Yula is met with a slow, widening smile.  Malrefesh's hands make a brief grasping gesture as though pulling something in towards her and she nods acquiescence, "Oh, Frais... I had hoped that we may become more carnally aware of each other.  I had never imagined it would be you coming to me."  She takes a step forward and stroke her hand gently along Yula's cheek, drawing her gaze upward at Lady Malrefesh and her slowly tenting loincloth.  "I would be thrilled to receive such an experience and will ensure that I provide something... of my people as well."  The bright grin that comes to her face is absolutely deliciously sexy, while also carrying more than it's fair share of danger.<br/><br/>"Berra?  Get the door," she calls over her shoulder as she takes Yula's hand and guides her back from her study into an adjoined bedroom.  The Lady clearly enjoys plush surroundings, the bed in the center of the room could easily fit eight in it's soft, sumptuous sheets.  Pillows of every size and shape are available to create whatever arrangement is necessary for the activities, as are ropes.  The door closes behind Yula and Malrefesh, leaving the Lady standing at the foot of her bed, holding Yula's hand.  She pulls her in close, her breath sweet and pleasant, and whispers out, "Then blind me and mute me.  We shall have such a lovely time."<br/><br/>She undoes the clasp about her neck and her clothing seems to almost fold off.  The neck of the armor/robe combination slides down, gathering the robes to it until it is just a tiny folded pile at her feet.  Malrefesh is most certainly a thing of beauty, if an almost perfectly preserved one; her skin white as unstained alabaster, her legs long and smooth.  While she has neither the hips nor the breasts of the Pleasure Guard (or even some of the other drow in her service, drow being slightly curvier than surface elves), her body is tight and perky.  As the robes give way, her thick pale cock rises, one of her hands ever so gently stroking along it, picking up with it a tiny droplet or pre that she offers to Yula's lips.  "Let us enjoy the night, Frais."<br/><br/>Outside the door, Berra stands guard for now, ear pressed against the wood to pick up anything she should need to hear.