Dahlia let out a laugh, a bit sweet, a bit mocking. "Oh, sister, I haven't abandoned my goddess and she hasn't abandoned me. Far from it. As for my collar, it... wasn't always my choice to wear it, though now I do so proudly and happily. You will understand, maybe, one day. Maybe you will be given your own. Wouldn't it be so sweet if you beg for it?"<br/><br/>From the nearest tower, an orc then appears, certainly called in by the noise and coming to investigate. From so close, it's clear what he is. He's wearing simple armour that leaves enough of him uncovered to show his strength. "Ah, Rak'Zar, is it?" Dahlia  asks, placing a hand on a well muscled arm with familiarity and enjoyment both. "I'm glad you came. I have a guest here, though she rudely hides herself from view. Would you send some of your boys to... invite her in? Show her a proper welcome, of course."<br/><br/>"Yes'm," the orc replies, grinning nastily. He grabs and squeezes Dahlia's ass, before leaving once more. Dahlia sighs. "I do love orcs. Always so rough, so honest."