<strong>Faeremhara Laeloth</strong><br/>HP: 99/99 AC: 22<br/><br/>The Matron Mother was quick to wash, and once she stepped out, she glared at her personal maids - they knew better than to speak even a single word of her embarrassment, as the punishments she thought up tended to be both agonising and humiliating. They hurried over with soft towels, and dried her body. She didn't even flinch when the towels rubbed over her stinging bottom, merely ignoring it. Once they finished, she pulled her spidersilk undergarments on, followed by her hardened leather armour. Well, it was corsetlike in some ways, with a skirt - it had been specially made with fashion in mind, but nevertheless, it was<em>hard</em>leather, and offered protection. Once she was fully dressed, she nodded, ready, and stepped next to the Yochlol, but ever so slightly behind, out of respect.<br/><br/>"Come, Janafae... and Andariel, do you wish to join us, or to remain here and have your way with the maids?"<br/><br/>The offer was made - she had learned to value the company not only of attractive ladies to share her bed with, but also of capable combatants who were reasonably loyal. And then they headed out to attend to the business of the day. Even before she could meet her new House Mage or the other male, she heard the amount of the expenditures, and was<em>livid.</em><br/><br/>Striding over to her consort Zeranth, she resisted the urge to strike him.<br/><br/>"A quarter million? That's nearly<em>half</em>our profits! Explain this at once, Zeranth, you are supposed to prevent this thing from happening. Need I take over directly?"<br/><br/>"My apologies, Matron, mother of my children. Unfortunately it appears your adopted daughter Trinadril ("supporting distant spider") is... less supporting than we expected, lately. She seems to have reported vast wastes in the silk produced, so we could not sell as much - apparently there has been a problem with the food - and made several expensive 'business' purchases. Should I bring her to task?"<br/><br/>"...no. Have her brought here though, so that I can deal with her. And we shall arrange for better spider food - perhaps they would dine well on slaves? In the meantime, I have business to attend to, but when I am done, I expect her to be brought to me. She may remain clothed, to give her the hope of leniency, but also bring my corrective rod, so she knows what she is likely to face."<br/><br/>Faeremhara then turned to the guests in the hall.<br/><br/>"Now, I believe I have some people to welcome - a visitor, and also the newest member of our household, a mage who has shown intelligence and competence... unlike the last one."<br/><br/>She smirked a little in the memory of the fool who brought his own death previously, as she sat on her throne, legs crossed - and still did not show discomfort from sitting on her freshly spanked posterior.<br/><br/>"Please introduce yourselves."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Trinadril is the Half Drow Expert.<br/></div></div>