<em>The girl shakes her head, pained, her face burning red as she stares at the ground.<br/><br/>"It is... well, it was home, anyway. You see, I was sort of raised to be, well, to be a courtesean, for the higher ranks. Trained in all the arts except pleasure. You know, virgins sell at higher prices. I suppose I made an easy target for the cult."<br/><br/>Arioch slips his arms around the girl in a comforting hug, apparently not noting Mariska's feelings, too caught up by the poor girl's situation.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Bluff check result... well, let's just say in the sixties.