<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Iliria Highleaper</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297470.msg14564225#msg14564225</div></div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2aFuvWk.jpg)</div><br/>A lithe, tall blond with long limbs, svelte curves and a nicely formed bosom all well displayed by her rags sat shackled to the deck across from Amira and Liana.  She had been working at her shackles with evident skill but growing failure and frustration for the last half an hour or more.  She was muttering to herself about boiling some damn wicked backstabber in oil before she looked up.  Illiria was upset not only at the betrayal that had landed her magically captured, bound and sold into slavery but by her inability to escape from the obviously magical shackles.  It had been that last job to snatch the Regal Gem out from under the sticky fingers of Torvald Cutpurse that had landed her here.  She'd stepped on enough toes as she went from success to success in the Guild as a seductive cat burglar.  The last bit where she cut in ahead of Torvald's own thieves had been brilliant but she'd been betrayed and captured into what a gloating Torvald had said would be a life of helpless sexual slavery.  Illiria was determined to prove him wrong but so far things were not going well.<br/><br/>"A day or two perhaps... until we reach port and are sold that is," Illiria answered Liana's question.  "Virgin or no they'll sell and use us all well." she added.  "We have a chance to escape perhaps but we'll need to stay alert."