<strong>Sophie</strong><br/><br/>Her body was taut from stretching out to grasp the bar, even more so when Balthazar placed that wicked board beneath her feet, making her flesh draw tight against her frame, but there was ample softness in her breasts and thighs, hips and ass for him to grab and squeeze.  The young maid was panting, breathing heavily in terror at the feel of the nails, tickling the soles of her feet, waiting to impale her on their oiled, sharp bodies.<br/><br/>Sweat ran from her brow, glistened on her back as her muscles quivered to hold her above the torture device.  Wordless whimpers escaped her lips, interrupted here and there by her words as she promised him anything to remove the board, pleaded with him to be merciful, or merely stuttered half-hearted prayers.<br/><br/><strong>Aurora</strong><br/><br/>"Yes, Sir Darius," Aurora said, her voice loud and clear and sure.  "This is the Chamber of King Balthazar Deschain where, in the forgotten history of my line, his practiced his sorceries, trafficked with demons and worse, and took those he would to satisfy his unwholesome lusts."  She turned about, the arcane light shimmering against her hair of silver and gold, considering the many doors.  "We are not like to meet resistance in traps or wards; I think the door was meant to repel any who found this place.  But I cannot be certain; there may yet be danger here beyond the taint of my ancestor.  I'll not command, not ask that you go first."