(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/79/d7/9c79d786b84d2cba4686a0d2c0adc84f.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5f/fc/5d/5ffc5d9283b759f065971120ec5d27d2.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/51/81/e6/5181e60544b00c5bf1ee003308343f5e.png)<br/><strong>Lady Estrada, Tasha<br/>Assassines Hideout<br/>Tag: Evita</strong><br/><br/>"Slave-branding. Great choice!" Estrada gave a thumbs up, and lead Evita out of the cell.. albeit not far, for in the room right next to the cell was.. well, there was some suspicious looking equipment, the most harmless of which was a chair with restraints. The elfish overseer was there too, as if Evita didn't have enough of an audience, and by her impatient look Evita kinda of guessed that she had been the one to get this moving, not Lady Sloth.<br/><br/>"Take it away!" Estrada mused, stepping back and yawning.. it seemed she lacked magical expertise. Not so much for the overseer, however, who presented a branding iron, with the look of an eye on it, a slightly sadistic grin on her lips.<br/>"Still feel like staying? Well, you have little choice now. Strip." And, if Evita understandably hesitated, or at the latest a moment after, two guardsmen.. one rather familiar, of the assasines came in to assist her, until she was naked before them all, the guards holding her, with one or two lewd glances at her exposed form.<br/>"Normally, I'd plop this on your chest or forehead, but as you've been a good girl..." She mused, waving her hand and incanting something a small brazier lighting up with a purple-blue flame.<br/>"We'll place it somewhere you can hide it." She chuckled, and continued chanting whilest the metal warmed up... clearly this was more of a magical than a mundane act.<br/><br/>And then, with little warning, Evita was held tight as the Overseer grabbed the iron, glowing purple.. and pressed it right above her sex, a painful, electrical tingling pulsating through her body as the marking of an eye and a set of magical runes marked Evita's skin.. forever.<br/><br/>"There we go.. a... and.. huh?" The runes of the marking suddenly cracked and changed, shifting to a fiendish script.. how exactly Evita knew it was a fiendish script she couldn't tell, the guards both backing off, the Overseer shocked.<br/>"W.. what is this.. who are you? How can you resist this magic, it marks your very soul as ours!" She blinked.<br/><br/>Estrada was the only one in the room remaining calm, an eyebrow raised as she mused: "Starting to get why there's a contract on these folks. The marking wont work... and I think the collar might be risky too.." She tipped her chin, standing there thoughtfully, whilest all the other assassines backed off from Evita as if she was some sort of monster.