<strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The woman smiled and turned around after tiptoeing out of her pants on the floor, presenting to him her whole body, curly black hair to her shoulders, two firm breasts, and a slight tuft of hair beneath her navel. It was the body of a sculpted warrior about a decade his senior, and who had probably been fighting for just as long.<br/><br/>When he replied, she couldn't resist opening a single eye, just barely peeking. She seemed... incredibly pleased with what she saw and began to saunter up closer to Dexter. 'Hmmmm.' She thought with a wicked smile, 'I guess it would be cruel to just leave now...'<br/><br/>She moved and swayed her hips, running a hand through her hair as she started a sensual dance just in front of him.<br/><br/><strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>The women were soon herded into that dark passageway, Meiyun being the only one following them in. After they had escaped the light of the courtyard, the walls were dimly lit by torches. Many hushed murmurs echoed through that narrow passage.<br/><br/>They descended a few flight of stairs and then ended up in a large open room underground. It was fairly bright though, illuminated by permanent light spells. The ground was stonework and finely made, but the structure must have been centuries old.<br/><br/>The room was mostly bare except for four large ten by ten foot grates on the floor with chains running up to pulleys on the ceiling.  Meiyun crossed her arms as a guard pulled a lever and the pulleys went into action, bringing what was apparently caged elevators up to their floor. It would have been a squeeze, but the entire group could have been crammed into those four cages. "Get in." The captain of the guard said, her eyes narrowing.<br/><br/>The women, with little means to resist, did as commanded...<br/><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>Inside the room, a bearded red-haired human in noble attire was sitting behind a large desk looking through some scrolls. Along the walls, apparently the exploits of his past adventures. He seemed past his prime, however, sporting a few grey hairs.<br/><br/>"This says... Telekenisis?" He asked, leaning back in his creaky chair and looking at her incredulously, "I can get a wizard who can do that, no problem.<strong>And</strong>fly. And shoot fireballs."<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, I know you psionic types like to think it's the next big thing, but moving small objects limited distances isn't going to cut it. At least those wizard types are flashy with it! You know, those chants and hand movements... plus the colorful display half those spells conjure up is enough to color-blind a beholder."<br/><br/>He leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk with a sigh, "Listen... I know you watch The Games with your kids or something and see all the fame and money in it. You're out getting groceries one morning and you suddenly discover you've manifested spontaneous arcane spell-casting or your paladin uncle has passed away and given his magic gear to you."<br/><br/>Ellen had begun to understand why the wait had been so long, this man could talk to himself for hours at a time it seemed, and he'd continue to berate her until she interjected.