"Then I'm not giving you your gear, and I'll just send you out, heavily drugged so you don't wake up for the better part of a day." The drow replied, shaking her head. "Plus, while I<em>could</em>try to force-feed you the fertility potions, I'm not going to waste them. So you'd be stuck with more...<em>mundane</em>fertility levels with the defiler."<br/><br/>"As for that...good. You<em>don't</em>want to be sent<em>there.</em>Fortunately, sending virgins, and<em>keeping</em>them virgins, wasn't one of my orders." She added with some relief, and another shiver.