The imp laughed to himself, shaking his head, and then bodily moved the elf into the...object. The muscle, if that was what it was, was warm and slick, and then the lid was slid on top of Naael trapping her within.<br/><br/>For a time, there was no movement at all within the chamber. She was likely just coming to her senses when the long tentacles slipped into the chamber and pulled her limbs out straight. And then more began to invade the chamber, slipping around her and beginning to caress her body almost perfectly. Another began to press into her sex, pushing deeper into her as it tormented her body still more, beginning to generate aphrodisiacs that were being slid across her body.<br/><br/>But last, a set of tentacles slipped inside of her ears, and she could feel it mentally contact her. It was a strange, soothing voice like that of an elf, possibly even Naael's own mother. It was whispering, barely audible, even within her mind, to open to her, to let her in and let her make everything make sense...<br/><br/>((Make 5 Conviction Rolls, Target of +3. If you fail by more than 2, it counts as two failures. Same if you succeed by more than 2. Best of 3 determines result, except in cases of a tie in total successes/failures, when you keep going until the tie is broken.))