<strong>Location: Faeremhara's bath house<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/><br/>Janafae, Andariel, Faeremhara</strong><br/><br/><br/>Xyhri snickered her dark form moving closer to the Matron even as she glanced over to Janafae and the Succubus before her carnelian eyes returned to Matron Faeremhara.<br/>The Handmaiden's red eyes fixed on Faeremhara as she exited the bath her servants tending to her as she spoke. Xyhri took in the Matron's lithe form, she was attractive enough and she presented a confidence and calm that she would have expected from a Matron. It made her look powerful when deceits were unveiled, or plots unwound, brave in the face of the unexpected. However she wasn't another Matron, or an upstart daughter. Her crimson eyes flicked over to the Knight, Janafae. She showed her reverence by kneeling; a position that she seemed to be so well suited for.<br/><br/>XyhriNeerune smiled darkly as she turned her attention back to Faeremhara.<br/><br/>“How very gracious of you Matron. However…” The handmaidens left hand suddenly lashed out her ebon fingers clutching tightly around the Matron’s throat as the demon dragged Faeremhara close; the Yochlol’s face inches from the Drow.<br/><br/>“I’m not one of your playthings I ‘am I am XyhriNeerune, Handmaiden to the Demon Queen of Spiders, Stalker of the Crimson Forest, Terror of Caer Sidi,” Her fingers squeezing ever tighter “You will show me the respect that I’m due or you will learn what real punishment is!” XyhriNeerune growled her voice taking on an unnatural echoing tenor.<br/><br/>"You will give your thoughts to me without resistance Matron." She continued, her voice still unnatural as she spoke. The Demoness magic prying into the Matron's thoughts even as she Spun Faeremhara about Xyhri's hand never leaving the Matrons throat as the Drow was turned around to face Janafae and the Succubus.<br/><br/>“See your Knight. She shows the proper reverence for The Spider Queen and HER Yochlol .” The Demon purred against Faeremhara’s ear, Xyhri’s eyes fixing on Janafae. “That is what you seem to have forgotten…Matron.” The demon’s right hand suddenly slapping Faeremhara  ass, hard. The demon grinned wickedly as she continued to land stinging swat after swat on the Drow's bare bottom the sharp clap of each swat echoing through the bathing chamber as she mercilessly spanked the Drow Matron. The Yochlol's supernatural strength and durability letting her punish Faeremhara’s ass as if she was wielding a paddle.<br/><br/>The energetic spanking quickly adding a darker shade to the matrons ass, and heating the female's now darker bottom. The Demon paused her punishment of Faeremhara; Xyhri's hand squeezing the now tender flesh her nails adding to the sharp stinging caresses as she groped the Matrons ass before her hand shifted down, pressing up between the Drow's legs her fingers pressing roughly against the matrons wet sex.<br/><br/>