<strong>Faeremhara Llaeloth<br/>Location: Faeremhara's bath house<br/>Time: Early Morning</strong><br/><br/>Faeremhara kept her cool as Xyhri approached - she was showing her pride and confidence, showing her strength. After all, to appear<em>weak</em>before a Yochlol would be disgraceful... however it only occurred to her she may have overdone it when the hand lashed out and grasped her by the throat. She grimaced, but did not fight it, standing there and letting the Handmaiden choke her. When she was commanded to let her mind be probed, the Matron Mother merely closed her eyes in acknowledgement, lowering her Spell Resistance and inviting the intrusion.<br/><br/><em>I ask for your forgiveness... but not your mercy. My arrogant demeanour was not to be one of disrespect, but one of confidence - so that you know I have no reason to fear you for I know you will be pleased with what you see. I misjudged the appropriateness of my actions, and will submit to you, but I accept the punishment you deem fitting without resistance.</em><br/><br/>Those were just the surface thoughts, the message that was waiting for XyhriNeerune. From there, there was access to her deeper thoughts, her plans and her memories. There was no disloyalty towards Lolth, her faith and worship were genuine. And her plans... there were many. More than just setting various lessers up against one another to keep them distracted from her throne, there were plans of expansion - making the residence ever larger, gathering more and more slaves, eventually encroaching upon the city itself until she rules<em>all</em>.<br/><br/>Still, just a plan, an ambition - or a dream - at that point, not something already in the works. Well, they were always expanding, but the level she was looking at was a while in the works.<br/><br/>When the Yochlol spun her around, Faeremhara gasped for breath, but still she did not fight or resist. When Xyhri started to spank her, she blushed - not used to being on the other side of a spanking - and let out a short gasp of surprise and pain, but still did not resist. Indeed, she didn't even tighten the muscles in her gorgeous curved ass, allowing Xyhri full access, letting her cheeks bounce and jiggle with every impact.<br/><br/>Very soon, her bottom had an intense heat, and had darkened and turned red beneath the series of stinging slaps, but she tried to keep her cool regardless of the situation. She did not expect that hand to stroke between her legs, however, and let out a gasp, eyes closing once more and barely squirming in her place. The very moment the back of her neck was released, she did not bring her hands up to massage and rub where it was gripped, instead, using her freedom of movement to display her submission: she knelt, still facing the others, and lowered her forehead to the ground, spreading her legs wider and raising her bottom as high as she could, so that the Yochlol had full access to either entrance.<br/><br/>"Welcome to House Llaeloth, Handmaiden of Lolth. You are most welcome here, and have free reign here."