"We'll feed you," Riz assured Jaime.  Not that it was very reassuring.<br/><br/>The walk through the city went on for a time, though the elfs were content to remain quiet except for when Jaime demanded their attention.  They led her, eventually, away from main streets and into alleys, through the alleys and into what seemed like an unlit warehouse, and down a long, winding staircase from there.  The deeper they descended down the staircase, the darker it became, until eventually, Jaime couldn't see anything at all.  The elfs did their best to guide their blinded captives down the staircase, though it was difficult for Jaime or Esther to see at all.<br/><br/>Eventually, the crew reached solid ground -- after what seemed like forever descending the staircase.  They stopped there after moving only a few steps away from the staircase, and Jaime's eyes were stung for a moment by a sudden flash of light after having done their best to adjust to the light.  She was faced with Riz once again, who was now holding a match between their faces and grinning.  Her dark skin barely stood out against the darkness beyond the match's glow. "I know you thought I was being unfair," she said, "So I'm going to offer you a trade, something more fair, yes?  I'll let you carry a torch -- I know how you humans hate the dark -- in exchange for the clothes off your body.  Nobody is cheated this way, yes?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, though, Riz slipped her hand down toward Jaime's waist, and began to slide her shirt up.