"Nnngh, no! F-fuck you!" she snarls, viciously, before he can gag her, but, after a few moments of indecision, the women around the walls make their way over, stripping and beginning to work on pleasing Lloth, rather skillfully, and Draiss as well. A half-dozen of them, clearly chosen for their beauty and skill, given how eagerly and expertly they work. Tapping into Lloth's thoughts, he can see her reassuring them with orders that this is only a game the two of them are playing, and to ignore everything she's said, clearly the mental messages not being things she's doing voluntarily.