She was quick to make note of every detail of the place that could be observed by her gray eyes.  The stench of the drow's magic tickled her senses, seeming to permeate the air surrounding her.  It was no wonder that she couldn't be found; her own magickal signature was being suffocated by the wall of magic he'd managed to erect.  Almost painfully did it press in on her, serving not only to hide her from others but to also stifle any urges she might have to cast a spell.<br/><br/>The removal of the ball gag was a relief, and as he rubbed the muscles of her jaw, she opened and closed her mouth, feeling it creak with the strain it had been under.  Her hair was filthy, falling in thick, tangled ropes around her slender nude body.<br/><br/>His knowledge of her name drew some surprise in those gray eyes, and she stared at him as if he'd suddenly grown another head.  "How?  How do you know my name?"  While it had been easy to see that this place had been created in preparation for a prisoner, she now wondered if it had been created with her specifically in mind... and if so, why?