The elf squeaked in shock at the stimulation to her ear, the benefit hour or more of meditation undone in moments. The fingers sank into her firm breasts through the dress, and the fabric against her skin...her nipples were growing hard again, she realized with dismay, as she tried desperately to squirm free as she protested. "H-how?! I'm n-not trained for this!"<br/><br/>A hand between her legs made the elf squeak again, trying to squirm away desperately, but given her position she had little chance of that. The blush rising in her cheeks was enough to make her almost masquerade as a tomato...and the drow was certainly more practiced at combat than she was.