<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/MkdOVAW.jpg?2)</div>At Piro's words, the sorceress swallows her fear and commits to the ruse she had suggested.  Her anxiety is sufficient to provide her the physical symptoms of terror that would be suitable for a captive... the revulsion and fear of imminent death has certainly left her with a mild tremor in her voice, and if she needs motivation, all she must do is glance sidelong at the remains of hell's most vile creatures as a reminder of her potential fate.<br/><br/>The heat and fear have left her exposed skin slick with sweat and freckled with dust, like the gleam of gold freshly reclaimed from the earth.  Her full breasts heave with her increased breath, and her flat stomach stretches taut and contracts in heaving gasps of feigned terror.<br/><br/>"No, please--" Baudhiel whines softly, her eyes suddenly glassy and darting around in fear.  She steps a few feet closer behind Piro, and kneels in the dust, careful to arch her back and gently toss her golden hair back from her face, all but the few wet tendrils that cling to her skin and wind down her chest, clinging to the flushed skin with a wet curl. "This place is so much worse than you described, my lord-- think what these... these... savage, horrid things must be capable of!  Why, I have promised myself to another-- I want... want to... to be happy!"  She begins to sob, weep openly... surprised at how easy it is.  She even wonders, momentarily, if maybe that's because she, at one time, may have had these emotions.  Maybe she's imitating herself, before she lost it all.<br/><br/>If so, she would never want to feel that self-pity again.  Best to stick to the script.<br/><br/>"You can't be<i>that</i>cruel, to sell us to these... these... things?!  Gods' blood, please say no!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skill Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bluff: X+11 = 26.  https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=69621<br/></div></div>