The hallway that Alcina moved down quickly fell into utter darkness.  A hand against the wall might guide her, as it seemed to alternate between the wall and sealed doors, but she would be blind to any threat ahead of her or at her feet.  As she moved though, ahead of her came the sound of what she thought was Landa's voice moaning the word "Master."<br/><br/>OOC: Please make a perception roll.<br/><br/>The orc continued, heedless of Landa's reaction or enjoyment.  He used her body, hard and rough.  Behind her, faintly, Landa though she heard an odd squelching noise over the sound of the union.  The orc released Landa's hips mid-thrust, but only so he could reach forward and grab twin handfuls of her breasts, his hands shoving under her top.  He squeezed, fingers digging deep, and lifted.  He yanked her up against his chest even as he buried himself deep into her and, with a guttural grunt, exploded inside of her.<br/><br/>He held himself steady and rigid as he breathed heavily.  Behind him, a sound not unlike sand flowing grew in volume.  She sensed him turn his head.  The shift of breathing, the flex of muscles, then a strange word erupted from his lips with a shout before being cut off.  His hands released her to lift towards his own neck, and it sounded like he was choking.