<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/763/746/large/lee-do-kyung-cdd.jpg?1501077532)<br/>Elaine Bedegar</div></div><br/>Kasala gave Larissa a knowing—and perhaps every so slightly envious—look. "Very well, my lady. I shall... retire to my chambers," she said, though she stayed to watch Larissa quite literally sweep Elaine off her feet.<br/><br/>Elaine, for her part, was putty in Larissa's hands. Feeling Larissa's fingers under her chin, Elaine's eyes again glazed over with lust. Even as Larissa stepped away, she craned her neck forward to try and savour the brushing fingers. Still, she had no complaints at Larissa's order.<br/><br/>"No, they're not," Elaine purred, slowly unbuckling her belt. Her borrowed pants were made for Larissa's much wider hips, and thus they fell to the ground without resistance. Likewise, she peeled off the loose-fitting shirt and cast it to the floor. She had not borrowed anything to wear underneath, and thus stood naked and very evidently eager before her beloved.<br/><br/>"Is this a better look for your slave, Bloodchief?" she asked, her eyes burning with desire. Even in this more submissive state, there was a newfound confidence in her bearing that Larissa had never noted before in the young Bedegar.