<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div><br/><em>While Piro struggled slightly within his role of slave-taker, Naori glanced off to one side, peering with interest at the various instruments of torture and clicking her tongue a few times disapprovingly.  Abruptly, she turns as Baudhiel begins speaking in a pleading, whimpersome little voice about mercy and compassion and a whole host of nonsense that she really ought to know better than to bring up down here within the firey pits... Naori had certainly never been much of a scholar of history but even she knew that compassion and mercy had about as much room to writhe in hell as virginity had in a whore.<br/><br/>Taking a quick step backwards, Naori spun smartly on one of her boots even as she flexed her wrist slightly and caused one of her long, metallic gloves to slide forward and off her hand.  As she whirled around, her arm became free of the constrained metal just as it lashed out, striking the platinum-blonde across her features and sending her whirling off to one side, eventually collapsing down to her knees.<br/><br/>Naori would glance down and draw her lips back from her teeth, offering the girl's back a feral smile.  Lifting one booted foot, she would gently tug at the girl's half-skirt with one elven foot, pushing it up the length of her leg and leaving the woman's hindquarters sitting pertly upright, with naught but her underwear stretched across them.</em>"You had best pray that the good Lord here does<em>not</em>want you... if you're still ours when we leave, I will give you many and beautiful lessons about speaking out of turn..."<br/><br/><em>Sighing softly, the silver-haired elf looks from the prostate and presenting form of her... friend?  acquaintance?  whatever.  She looks towards the Lord Impling and inclines her head softly, muttering a </em>"Apologies."<em>but keeping her words brief, clearly prefering to let Piro do the bartering.</em>