Dorathia gasps as the chest piece is removed, and strains against her captors arms as they pull her tunic down, but stops with a sob after a few moments struggle.<br/><br/>She sighs as the Drow tease her nipples, and gasp as the fellow stradling her kneads them roughly.  She protests.  "Please!  Spare my life!  I shall not resist you!" in Elvish now.<br/><br/>All the time, she holds tightly to the rope that had been binding her wrists, keeping her hands as tightly behind her back as if she was still tied.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">She does not struggle hard... more as a token protest.<br/>As for a plan?<br/>She has one.<br/>It involves a bit more waiting, and some luck.<br/></div></div>