"Oh... better not lose, then!"  So that's what the "down" side of "moving up or down" was about.  Definitely something to be avoided!  Though she remembered how Sylvia had apparently enjoyed those orcs.... But that chute: "That... actually sounds like it might be a great way out.  Though... I guess I'd rather try to go out through the stands first, if that's an option."  If they could work the elevator, if there was no magical barrier or other obstacle to their trans-arena departure, in other words.<br/><br/>Ever since she'd learned<em>feather fall</em>, falling had become one of Rayne's go-to moves for getting out of sticky situations, so the chute held a natural appeal.  But they didn't really know what it led to - was there someone below to scavenge the mind-broken?  That was a chilling thought in more ways than one.  Or, more horribly, some dwarf furnace or lava pit?  Falling softly wouldn't make any difference then!  No, better to try to stay on their feet, and go out through the arena if they could.<br/><br/>Rayne sniffed the bread and water, looking innocently but curiously at the guards and servants.  She nibbled a bit if it smelled ok and took a few gulps to wash it down.  She managed not to look over at where she had concealed the keys and picks, until the dwarven keepers had left.  That had worked well!  So far, so good.  But it was Sylvia's turn to face a challenger... "Remember, try not to get the barrier raised!  But if you have to... better not get sent downstairs, right?"<br/><br/>Then it was time for nervous waiting... or would have been, but the half-elf was distracted by the louder, pitiful breath of the harpy in the next cell.  Rayne looked over, looked away automatically, then back at the urgent tapping.  Rayne didn't need the harpy's feather anymore... and she didn't have to worry about her raising the alarm, either.  But it was impossible to look into those pleading eyes and not be moved.  That... and, somehow, stirred a little by the strange yet unquestionably sexy figure of the bird/woman.  She couldn't heal her voice, but she could do this simpler thing.<br/><br/>"You poor thing... umm, you poor, sexy thing."  She didn't think the creature understood her very well, but tone was important.  Rayne walked over, not quickly as she still was half-convincing herself... but yes, she should do this.  And she was a little curious, too, if she was honest with herself.<br/><br/>She moved close - the harpy's body, pressed against the bars, was giving off so much heat Rayne could feel it, could feel her breath, too.  The harpy didn't need any more teasing - her need, her instructions were pretty clear... but Rayne herself couldn't just dive right in.  She at least needed to make a more neutral contact - she pressed her hand to the bare chest between and above the other's breasts first, then let her hand trace down, between, directly to the proffered, hungry lips that were trying to be impossibly pressed between the bars right into Rayne's cell.<br/><br/>Actually, she had keys... but no, she couldn't know when someone might return.  She slid index and ring finger to either side and let her middle finger take the centre, gliding somewhat firmly all the way back, picking up the ready wetness, then pressing a little more and bringing her fingers back up.  She had guessed the harpy's anatomy would be much like her own, and she knew quite well what could work, though she might never have been as desperate as this harpy was now.  She stroked slowly and steadily, staring down the harpy's body, then up into her face to confirm this was right... not putting too much pressure on the clit as she slid forward.<br/><br/>As her hand moved, Rayne naturally came closer, letting her body press up against the harpy's, and against the bars.  Her other hand slid around the harpy's waist and down a little, pulling her, helping keep her pressed close, so Rayne's stroking hand could apply more and more pressure to the vulva, sometimes trapping a lip and pinching gently, sometimes letting the heel of her hand grind a little against the swollen mound while her fingers pressed together.<br/><br/>She didn't think the girl needed any more fluttering over her clit... probably she wanted those fingers to push inside, but Rayne pressed them just to the hot, moist opening, looking into the harpy's face to judge whether she should push in.  Or maybe... she looked down again... she should push in, and bring herself down to let her tongue push on that swollen nub.  Rayne was a bit startled at herself, but found the idea quite appealing... yes.  She herself was getting wet, and a stiff nipple made her gasp as she shifted it past one of the cold bars.  She really ought to get down there... she looked into the harpy's eyes again, then darted forward to plant a kiss on her lips, letting her tongue flick out and flicker repeatedly along the woman's lips.<br/><br/>Assuming no objection or interference, she began pressing two fingers past the parted lips, then began lowering herself to her knees, to trap that clit with her own lips, to finish the harpy who must surely be ready to explode by now.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oopsie!  I forgot to roll <em>concentration</em> to cast that <em>haste</em> spell during Rayne's cunning return to the cell, since she doesn't have her bonded object.  That's me, a devious, filthy cheater.  Well, it was a trivial lapse I think.<br/><br/>And, hopefully I didn't take too many liberties - I didn't think the harpy would mind, but usually I'd leave more room for response!<br/></div></div>