The man sighed a disappointed and equally frustrated sigh as the still yet to be seen captor lowered Viloet onto the soft surface. While it did indeed feel like a bed, it was softer than most. Brief seconds of solitude, or atleast a momentary pause from molestation, before the blindfold was removed.<br/><br/>Though the shift from darkness to light was rather sudden, given Viloet's rage and frustration, her anger granted her a glimpse of her captor. As his hands had attested to, he was a large, tall man. Toned and of a powerful shape, though far from a muscle-head. Sprouting from his scalp were long olive locks tied behind his head, much like Viloet's, including some loose strands. His hairline seemed to indicate a mid 20's age range, for a human. Almond eyes looked down upon her almost insistently with a not quite square jaw and a cleft chin pointing tword Viloet's face.<br/><br/>Another flier quickly replaced the man before her as he held it up. It was Viloet again, depicted sitting with the far leg planted on the ground, the other pointing up into the air and she leaning back a bit, notably turned to face so that one could notably see some of the crotch. Bearing the same message as the previous one she had viewed, her captor asked plainly "Are you or are you not the halfling depicted in this image?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">This is what I intend him to look like.<br/> (http://www.rpgdl.com/wiki/images/0/08/DL_Vashyron.jpg)</div></div>