<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>N'Trish'Ta Songfire</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14G0EajP7F1r-_-PmeSFdMeAcCjWa4tsUks6nimRYfus/edit)<br/><br/>In Trish's cell, the other girls found a slender ebony form lying on the ground, panting hard.  Aglow with the aftermath of forced passion, her body had the sheen of obsidian.  Full, round breasts heaved with the force of her gasps.<br/><br/>"Vici?" the ebony girl moaned.  Ruby red eyes blinked, then blinked again.  The drow girl struggled up right.  girl cum drizzled down her inner thighs.  She tried to focus on the door.  "Vici!" she gasped.  Grabbing the comb that someone had dropped earlier, she hurried to wrap her very long hair--snow white with rose red streaks--into a bun and pin it there with the clip.<br/><br/>It was only the slightest delay, but it gave the ebony girl time to focus.  She scrambled to the bars and grabbed Victoria's hands.  Then she looked at the others, "You can get me out of here?  Oh, Goddess, please do!  I can fight for you.  I bare Saranrae's blessing.  i can call fire and heal woulds--more if i can find my medallion."<br/><br/>The night elf danced a little when Periwinkle popped the lock, "Oh, thank you!  My name is N'trish'ta Songfire.  Call me Trish.  Have you seen any of my things?  Is anyone hurt?  What's the plan?"