Ever so slowly, Miri returns to consciousness, followed shortly after by awareness.  She blinks slowly, her large dark eyes still a bit glassy as she regards Jordan, at first without recognition, then with slowly dawning realization.  She shifts positions, discovering as she does so that she is still nude.  Her legs tremble, still weak, a surprisingly pleasant ache between her legs.  Miri freezes.<em>Those dreams... were real?</em>Unbidden, the memory of being held by the golem rushes to her mind, the sensations of her sensitive breasts being rubbed, the pleasure between her legs as he took her... the cheering of the crowd... Miri swallows slowly.  Right, Jordan had asked a question.  "I'm... fine."  Miri says, her voice a little faint.  She offers Jordan a wan smile as she sits up on the bed, stretching her long, bare legs.  "There was a golem... I don't really want to talk about it."  She remembers the shaft thrusting into her again and again... Miri shifts uncomfortably.<br/><br/>As her eyes trail over Jordan's body, Miri's forehead knits with concern.  Noting  the collar on the other woman's neck, Miri raises a hand to her own, finding a similar collar there.  Flashes of memory come to her, this time not of her own defeat, humiliation, and pleasuring, but of Jordan's.  Miri's lips twist in anger at the thought of the proud and gentle cleric being taken so roughly.  Her eyes widen as Jordan makes her request.  "Oh!  Of course!"  Miri rises gracefully to her feet, wavering only slightly on her unsteady legs.  Moving closer to Jordan, she does her best to avoid looking at the dried cum or the other woman's exposed body as she studies the ropes.  "This might take a minute.  For some reason, they took away my sword."  Miri drawls sarcastically as she circles around the cleric, trying to find the knots to untie.<br/><br/>Miri's expression softens as Jordan apologizes.  She circles back to the other woman's front, to meet her eye to eye, holding her gently by the shoulders.  "Hey, hey.  Don't apologize.  It's not your fault.  We'll take care of each other, eh?"  She gives the other woman a light squeeze, pressing in for a hug, their breasts pressing lightly together.  "Besides, I'll just leave this bit out of my famous autobiography when I write it."<br/><br/>After a moment, Miri turns her attention back to Jordan's knots.  "I don't suppose you got a look at the compound when they brought you here?  Maybe saw your friend?  I was, uh, unconscious."  Miri blushes lightly as she remembers just how she came to be unconscious.