<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defeat!</div><div class="spoiler_body">After recovering, Evelyn has 1 hit point and 1 level of exhaustion (meaning she has disadvantage on ability checks). Her current position makes it so she can't benefit from resting.</div></div><br/>When she got to, Evelyn found herself alone in a dark stone cell, sealed from all sides but one that was covered by metal bars with a matching door, dim torchlight flickereing through the bars from the corridor outside. Her ankles and wrists were chained and she was shackled to the wall opposite from the bars, with barely enough length of chain to give her a minimal room for movement to squirm. She still had what pieces of armor she was wearing, nobody bothered to remove it from her, but with the chestplace missing and no underwear, there was little reason to if they wanted to ravage her. There was no sign that they did so however, at least not yet. From very far, the sound of a crowd could be heard, probably the arena cage was nearby and after being defeated she was brought here. Defeated. The thought wasn't a very cheerful one. Not only did she get no money after being confident and vocal about her victory in the tournament, she now owed both Gandrav and Frisko and agreed to act as their servant or slave or whatever they pleased if she couldn't pay them. Her magic sword was still with the innkeeper, what borrowed weapon she got for the arena was gone along with the shield she used.<br/><br/>Perhaps an hour passed with whatever efforts she would put into breaking free proving futile. She was simply too weak after the fighting. Finally, when the sound of several pairs of boots walking on the stone grew closer, she found the man himself, Gandrav at the door of her cell. He wasn't alone, as there was torchlight coming from behind him, but the paladin couldn't see behind the corner to discern who or how many others there were.<br/>"I must say I'm disappointed." he said as he observed the sorry state of the would-be champion hanging from the wall with her round tits exposed. "After all the promises, all the bravado I had to listen to, you don't even make it into the tournament proper. I was hoping to give my guests a special show, a new Wyldfire to rank high or win the games. I was ready to offer you a position if you did well, but I see now that I was misled. According to our agreement, you now work for me until you pay me back. As a high value servant, you might accomplish that in about ten days. I will expect absolute obedience, as you've seen with my other attendants. You'll have a room, you'll be fed and clothed. In exchange you do whatever I tell you, day and night. You'll be a maid, a bodyguard, a concubine or a whore, whatever is needed to clear your debt. I will not make it easy on you, and I plan to take you often and make it enjoyable for us both. Submit to me and you will have a good life under my care, even after your service is complete. Wyldfire too lived with me for almost two years and she only got stronger for it. Refuse my terms here and now or later and I can find other ways of making money off you. Those fighters you dropped out of the qualifiers along with a few others would gladly pay if I whored you out to them."<br/><br/>Gandrav was handed a key from a person not in Evelyn's field of vision and he opened the cell door, walking in front of the defenseless woman. He reached under her leather skirt and started caressing her loins, gently at first, then with increasing intensity and the technique of a sex god who knew exactly what he wanted her to feel. It was a sensation she couldn't have experienced from masturbation or any helping hands she might have received in the past, Gandrav obviously had far more sexual experience than Evelyn could imagine.<br/>"Either way, I will claim your chastity as my prize. You didn't live up to your words and there is a price to be paid. I'd rather you enjoyed this as well, so make it easy for yourself and I'll teach you the joy of a woman."