<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/vCpZwLv.jpg)</div>Name: Vall Ha'la, Queen of Valkyr<br/>Location: Flesh Bazaar<br/>Tagging: Nayla & Juliet<br/><hr/><br/>Truth be told, things could have gone a little better to start. Vall Ha'la, The Whore Queen of Valkyr, upon hearing of this 'show' foreign nobility had worked to plan and develop, had been one of the first - if not<em>the</em>first - to sign on. She even assisted with the necessary magical artificing necessary to pull it off easily; the Queendom of Valkyr had been using an intricate system of scrying artifacts crafted and provided to every home and just as many public and private locations besides, that Vall may interact with her people as in person as it was possible for her to be. A toned down version of such technology - one that would not interfere with her Queendom's network - had been simple enough for her to provide and distribute. Vall herself - in true-to-form fashion for the Queen most known for being visible and direct with her people - had planned to enjoy a long,<em>hard</em>adventure, bringing pride to her Queendom and her people as they gazed upon her with lustfully loving eyes, watching as she slew foes and bedded friends, or bedded foes and friends...<br/><br/>Sadly, things had taken a sharp detour early on: having been eager to get out and get going, Vall had only very,<em>very</em>briefly stopped by and seen the other 'contestants,' and though it was not nearly as safe, she had begun to make her way out from camp into the surrounding wilds. Whom would have thought that after only a short time out and about on her own, she would stumble upon a camp of literal slaving goblinoids. Not only that, but they had a full-blooded drow captured and enslaved, and as the direct descendent of the Drow-Queen Hel Ha'la, she could not let such travesty continue. Vall may not have been the brightest bulb in the crayon box - she certainly had not inherited her mother's intellectual genius and knack for expansive knowledge - but what she lacked in brainpower she made up for both in self-awareness and wisdom, and overwhelmed with natural, raw, unadulterated charisma and leadership ability. So rather than try something foolhardy like a one-woman assault on the camp, Vall made to make herself visible, known, and draw their attention as the others made their way free.<br/><br/>That did however quickly break down into a one-woman assault on the camp; turns out she was quite pretty to the goblinoids, which in any other instance would have been phenomenal, but in this one meant they wanted to immediately capture her, no questions asked. She managed to do enough damage and hold them off long enough for a good number of slaves - including the young drow she intended to free most - had made their way away to safety. And then she was captured, stripped, and disarmed. She was more upset of her missing weapons than her clothes; walking around naked was<em>exhilarating</em>, but those weapons were extremely nice, and had been forged for her by some of the finest craftsman of her 'hosts' design (even if it was implicit she was representing Valkyr, and that her working for another noble was little more than formality).<br/><br/>The goblinoids certainly were not happy with not being able to remove her birthright however: the Hel's Bells, a choker around her neck that was not only her marking of station and identification as the Hel-Bent Whore Queen of Valkyr, but was also her 'scyring target' for her Queendom to 'dial into' her position and witness what she was up to. They still slapped a collar on above her choker (couldn't fit it around the bell sadly), and bound up her hands, and likely planned to do more to her (she was somewhat eager with delight; she had a 'thing' for orks, to which goblinoids - especially bugbears - had a lot of similarities to her desires with) had someone not proclaimed her 'hands off'. That was a tad upsetting for the Queen; it had been far too long since she'd taken someone to bed, and one could only do so much to masturbate when denied access to magic, tools, and with one's hands bound tight...<br/><br/>Time passed and she was relatively unperturbed, spent most of it chatting with her people and lamenting how it'd been<em>so</em>long since she'd had a lover. She was moved - roughly - a few times, but beyond that was largely kept on ice (not literally; that would have reminded her too much of home).<br/><br/>That is, until a pair of hobgoblin guards - at least she was pretty sure they were guards - came to drag her off, likely to sell her along with the rest, when another much more nicely clad - and broader-shouldered, yummy - hobgoblin intercepted them, notifying them that someone had already purchased her, for a good 75,000 gold... not a cheap price, and that made her grin. Looked like someone finally knew whom she was this far south, someone with a LOT of cash to spend. The new hobgoblin took her - far more gently mind you, which was appreciated as the collar was not a comfortable one - and led her away from the sales portion of the bazaar to a nice not-so-little tent, with guards outside, and from what she could hear listening carefully, a well-spoken voice inside, and two other voices... one a woman, the other... sounded like a bugbear, but off.<br/><br/>After some quick discussion - Vall was trying to listen inside the tent, not to the guards - she was less hauled in and more... invited it seemed, and-<br/><br/><strong>"Oh my, aren't you the most handsome bugbear I've ever seen,"</strong>were the first words from her mouth upon finding herself next to a duo of women - a human and half-elf, both taller than she - and facing what clearly was a nobleman of the bugbear variety.<strong>"Pardon my candor; my 'enslavement' here has not been as... 'exciting' as I would have hoped, what with all the big, <em>strong</em> goblinoids around, to be seen but not let close enough to touch, or be touched..."</strong><br/><br/>A quick glance at the two ladies, and her brow furrowed slightly. They seemed familiar... but alas she only briefly encountered the other participants in this little adventuring excursion and show; she'd figure they would remember her easier than the reverse, if indeed they were fellow participants. Seeing as it was three to one and alone, and the others were hanging away from him, Val took the initiative to walk her way forward towards the bugbear.<br/><br/>And so with her head held high as she could with her five-foot-nothing frame, wearing naught but her choker, the manacles, slave collar, and a smile, the blonde-haired red-eyed half-elven-looking noblewoman unmarred and not terribly dirty despite her enslavement moved to stand right before the bugbear... and with her manacled hands unmobile, she gave the best, most polite curtsy she could muster without use of her hands, bowing her head slightly as she began to introduce herself.<br/><br/><strong>"I am Vall Ha'la, Tenth reigning Queen of the Queendom of Valkyr, daughter of the late Queen Freyja Ha'la and direct descendent of the Drow-Queen Hel Ha'la...,"</strong>she said, the words rolling so very smoothly off her tongue.<strong>"...and normally without this collar on, I would be able to prove beyond any reasonable doubt whom I am, but alas the birthright worn about my neck beneath this uncomfortable choker will have to suffice. With the price you paid for me, I'm sure you knew all of this already, but even naked and in chains it'd be rude to not remember my manners. Might I inquire as to whom you may be, One-that-I-would-call-Master?"</strong><br/><br/>With her smile and behavior, one would be hard pressed to believe she was truly  enslaved here...