Oratha's eyes began to glow with rage at the sight of the collar and piercings.  They were magic, obviously, and she couldn't help but squirm as the small piercings continued to vibrate.  It was a constant background sensation that only seemed to be building towards a desire that she had no interest in.  Her hands rose to tug at the collar, but with no seam and no dagger, there was no immediate way to remove.  So, she turned her attention elsewhere.<br/><br/>They had stolen her gear, they clearly had a plot.  What?  And why?  She searched about for a brief time then, suddenly fearful of their return, slowly crept out the door and towards the stairs.  Her bare feet were cold on the rough ground, and her mind couldn't help but wander to where she might find a spare set of clothes, and spare gear, so she could properly get her revenge.