Naked from the waist up now, with only her thin cotton pants, held up by a drawstring, protecting her.<br/><br/>The Dark elf's words do not surprise her.<em>Once again I am an item.  Valuable perhaps, for my beauty, but nothing more.</em><br/><br/>As he fingers her through those pants, she allows her mind to wander somewhat, to pretend, for a few moments, that she desires this slime.  She notes his handsome features, and concentrates on them, even as the Drow show their arrogance, the one above her going so far as to to release her long enough to move to her feet.<br/><br/>The act of imagination is enough, with the drow's skillful manipulation of her body, to grant her the excitement and pleasure enough, and the fellow begins to feel her crotch grow wet and slick underneath.<br/><br/>She pants, groaning with the feeling, even encouraging it somewhat.<em>He's good, I'll give him that... but arrogant.  Just get cocky.  Go on...</em><br/><br/>She gasps out.  "I seem gasp  to be having all the gasp  pleasure here.  I thank you!"<br/><br/>Panting, moving under him, as her heat grows, and her sweat begins to flow, she waits for her moment; knowing it must come.<br/>