Your movement across the pit is accompanied by the crunching of rice as you move behind the two bent over girls. You lift up their flimsy gowns to expose their bare rears, each girl trembling only slightly at your touch, but as you part their cheeks Lelika tenses up and Mrella seems to grunt.<br/>The half-elf acknowledges each blow of your whip with a twitch, her firm rear bulging slightly as the muscles are pushed to the surface. “I can drop a man if I can catch him off guard and can win a fair fight. I need to learn to better tolerate pain. Since I came to the temple I have enjoyed only the touch of other women,”<br/>Mrella bobs her head as the first whip lash marks her bottom, and on the second one she lets out a gasp. By the third one however she has composed herself and merely tenses up. “I wish to follow the path that will lead me to become the Pain of this temple. I know mostly finding magic, which is what my father knew best. I will join a Maiden of Loviatar in her bed if she commands it,”