<div class="floatright">(http://i10.servimg.com/u/f10/10/06/41/26/c_dirk11.jpg)</div><strong>Sabisstra Melafin</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=927855)<br/><br/>Sabisstra came to in what could have been a cart of some sort, her head still swimming in a lingering daze that didn't seem to pass as she tried to assess her situation. She couldn't help but squirm a bit when she realized she was chained and collared, rage igniting behind her violet eyes. She was a daughter of House Melafin! Who dared to chain her while she was... while she was... Her memories were blurry at best and she raised a slender hand to her forehead as she tried to sort through things, the motion making her arm brush against her generous, obsidian colored breast that rose with each of her breaths, making her ever so more conscious about her exposed state.<br/>Just what in the world happened to her? Was she betrayed? If so, people would die, and they would do so slowly and painfully. She had trouble recalling specific events of her recent past, at best only general memories and thoughts came to her, like a heavy fog weighing down on her mind.<br/><br/>She looked at the other figures beside her, other drow women as bare and helpless as she was, because she was helpless in her current state she realized, even with her senses dulled. She could tell that she had equipment, weapons and gear so familiar that their absence felt more alien to her than being naked in an unfamiliar place. Trying to make out the most of her surroundings, and the slave girls she was put in tow with, she silently observed for now. They weren't alone, and in motion, possibly in a vehicle? The drow women had said nothing, possibly because they were guarded by a hooded figure. Sabisstra wanted to risk communicating with them when the guard looked away for a moment, but barely did she start forming a question with her nimble fingers forming the words of the drow sign language when they came to a halt. Her unconscious state has lasted too long it seems, her window of opportunity passed unnoticed. Whatever their destination, they've arrived.<br/><br/>The transition to the outside was harsh and the noblewoman didn't appreciate being yanked on the chain like she was a common slave. The beautiful assassin had to bite her lip not to raise her voice at the treatment, reminding herself that she'd have to swallow her pride for the moment. Her captor would pay dearly, once she's not bound, observed and chained to strangers who'd likely just betray her for a chance of their own. Keeping her pride was harder when the cool touch of the stone under her bare feet and the night air on her skin sent a small shiver through her, the obsidian black tips of her bosom stiffening from the temperature she was unused to underground.<br/>Sabisstra tried her best to keep focusing, listening to the exchange between the apparently human woman and their captor. She<em>was </em>a common slave she realized, and was currently sold to this woman... The thought raised mixed emotions in her: part of her was outraged that she'd fall so low as let herself be captured and enslaved, no matter the circumstances. Another part of her, a more practical voice told her through the fog in her mind that this was a good sign, that her captors didn't know who she was. She could fool them and manipulate them to her advantage once she has a chance, but for now all she could do is stay silent and watch.<br/><br/>When the shock came, unexpectedly, she managed to clench her teeth and not make a sound, a sign of her discipline learned through many years of training as an assassin. She wanted to recount which other slavegirls witheld the sound and which yelped out loud, but she was losing her focus as it was. Having no real choice, she spoke with the others, unwillingly accepting the bonds that she wore.<br/>It appeared she was to work at a whorehouse... a fitting punishment it seems, considering how many times she played the escort or courtesan only to seduce and execute her marks at social gatherings. It was different pretending to be a courtesan and being forced to be a working girl... Sabisstra didn't like giving up the control she was so used to.<br/><br/>If she had the chance to do so, she would try to discern the nature of the chains and collars she shared with the other drow, as well as trying to gauge the amount and type of magic coming from those in her surroundings, especially her new 'mistress' and her golem escort.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Doing a sweep of detect magic outside to gauge if the blonde woman or her possessions have a magic aura, then focusing on the collar and chain to see they're magical. Sabisstra will play along for now, seeing if she can play everyone to find a way to get out of this place later. She'll try not to stand out too much from the others either... she has no need for special treatment at the moment.</div></div>