<strong>Tagging:</strong>Sparrow, Anahita, Thogstein, and Lauralan<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xHiflrm.png)</div>Somewhere between Lauralan claiming to have been in control of tentacles and the nights of leisurely using the elf's body Eleanor seemed to have dismissed this possibility. Lauralan's magic happened in a few quick weaves of her fingers, released faster than the adventuress' attempt to shove the gag back in.<br/><br/>She winced, feeling the initial tingle of pain that would come with defying the magic. With a begrudging scowl on her face the woman began speaking, her voice oozing the sort of bitterness not often found outside old cat lady pensioners. "You... I'm so very sorry Miss elf. Please forgive me for treating you like my little pleasure slave just because I liked to see you squirm. I'm very very sorry for grinding on your face and leaving it smelling like my tush whilst your friends slept snugly unaware. Most of all I'm sorry for pretending to not realize you were sane and apologize for trying to claim you as a slave just because I liked how you mewled when I spanked your perfect young rump."