<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div><br/><em>Naori winced deeply at the arcanistry of her manacles' being sealed around her wrist and a morose expression crossed her lips as she gazed down at them, pondering the finality of the action.  She sat in a stupor long enough that the expressionless guard ultimately dragged her rather than guided her out of the cell and into the sight of her co-prisoners.  Naori stopped as she emerged, stunned... she had spent many a sleepless nights fantasizing about what seemed to be the only good things to be found anywhere in the vicinity of her captivity but... to walk out and not only see them, but see them in far far less garb than what Naori considered her own under-dressed state...<br/><br/>Naori swallowed, her eyes quickly moving between her newly-found compatriots... one of them, a woman with startling turquoise hair, was actually entirely nude... the only thing remotely resembling clothing being a pair of manacles which seemed to match Naori's own.  The woman had her cuffed wrists in front of her, but didn't seem to be doing much to hide her obvious nakedness, and Naori spent a few moments admiring the view before moving on... not wanting to be TOO blatant about it...<br/><br/>The next woman was also dressed far more revealingly than the elf... wearing what could best be described as battle smallclothes.  She swallowed again, a slight blush moving through her cheeks and up towards the very tips of her ears while the memories of her fantasies played swiftly through her mind.  <br/><br/>Finally, the elfess' eyes came to a man... dressed positively conservatively compared to the other two women and, indeed, Naori herself.  He seemed surprisingly clean compared to the rest of them, and Naori guessed him to be a relatively recent arrival.  She looked at him, hard, trying to see just where his eyes had gone upon catching sight of the rest of them... but before she could do much more than give him a suspicious eye, she found herself getting... encouraged to move...<br/><br/>She really didn't react too much as she passed the people being tortured... looking over the process with a somewhat critical eye and, really, trying to figure out what was in store for her rather than showing any degree of empathy or concern to those currently undergoing the procedure.  <br/><br/>Eventually, the group was led into the... throne room?  command center?  Whatever it was, it was the room within which the Erinys laid out her terms.  As the woman moved across the room and took several moments sizing up each of the party members, Naori did her best not to let her nerviousness show, tossing her head slightly and sending her short silver hair twitching across her head.  Naori didn't initially respond once the demoness stopped talking... letting a few of the others have their moment of speaking.  When a break in the dialogue occured, the elfess put in, simply, </em><strong>"So... we are to be your shockingly underdressed hit squad?  If nothing else... our element of surprise will be enhanced I suppose..."</strong><br/><br/><em>She gives out a slight smile.  She expected that they would be provisioned, but she certainly didn't want to be the one that was demanding and needy, better to appear competent and agreeable, let any ire be drawn to her newly-acquired erstwhile companions</em>