As Dorathia pulls at the binds, she feels them snap behind her. Luckily neither of the dark elves seem to notice it, and the one leering over top of her begins to loosen the straps of her armor as well. They keep the young cleric pinned, and the one straddling her seems to finally pry a strap completely undone as he leans forward with his face inches before hers to laugh. That's when she feels the creatures blades press into her, and she notices both have two at their hips. Her sword she then notices is on the one that carried her here's belt, makeshiftly strapped in place.<br/><br/>The observation doesn't stop the hands from moving though, and they keep going after the straps while they grope through the armor occasionally and brush their nimble fingers over the less protected spots.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">You had a high bonus to the bluff due to the situation, and they had a penalty for being distracted. Luck seems to favor clerics in trouble.</div></div>