The huntress smiled, and pat Ivy on the head. "A good elf knows her place."<br/><br/>The shaman stepped forward, and immediately began groping Ivy, rather roughly, checking her arms, legs, breasts, and sex. She scowled disapprovingly, at finding the remains of the last encounter between Ivy's legs, but kept working. "Hmm, healthy, and in good shape, for an elf. No signs of disease, but definite signs of a mental affliction. Appears to have been a slave once before. Escaped from another tribe, perhaps? You did say she came from another island." As she spoke, Ivy would feel tingles of magic, all over her body, before, finally, the woman pressed her hand against her belly, a heat flooding her womb, for a few moments, before fading.<br/><br/>"There, all done. Take good care of this one; she's actually worth something." "Oh, I intend to. She put up quite a fight."