Unaware of the effect the tugging at the rope is having on Jordan, Miri sits at the edge of the bed as she continues to work on the ropes, steadily pulling on them.  The sheets feel soft against her bare skin.  "This is taking forever."  She murmurs as she leans closer, sliding to the edge of the bed.  She brushes her dark hair out of her eyes, from where it hangs down onto her generous bare breasts, which stand firmly and proudly on her chest.  With this better vantage point, she redoubles her efforts on the ropes, tugging faster.<br/><br/>Miri grimaces as Jordan describes what she had seen.  "Many women.  Hmmm.  One of them smiled at you?  I wonder if some of them are here willingly.  We'd... better be careful if we try to get others to help us."  She frowns in thought, still tugging at the ropes.  "I wonder if we can wander outside of the rooms.  It sounds like those others aren't totally confined, at least."  Her frown deepens slightly, her head turning down towards Jordan.  "Sit still.  You're squirming too much."  She admonishes.  Miri places her left hand on Jordan's shoulder, doing her best to hold the lovely cleric in place while she tugged at the ropes, still unaware.