<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wgW31v2.png)</div>Elerra could only listen as her Master's conversation came dangerously close to speaking the truth- though enough was said in vagueness to not let slip her secret. When the command came, and in the moment before her bindings were loosed, Elerra's face snapped up to glare first at Aron and then to the merchant across from her. Vile words spoken in the Drow dialect of Elvish, demanding to be released while spewing obscenities focused on ensuring her punishments were repayed a thousand fold- even as she began to stand the moment her bindings were released; her arms pulling her chain cloak up and over her body to expose the glowing red eyes hidden beneath it.<br/><br/>If the man could speak, somehow, the language of the Drow or possessed knowledge of the Elven tongue, they could certainly pick up some of the words she was using- but if not the venom and energy with which she spoke could certainly communicate her 'point'. With the tugging of a few buckles, chains clinking and dangling about as she did so, her top was freed and fell forward and down as she relaxed physically- though her words continued. She hadn't been told to be silent, after all.<br/><br/>Instructed to 'Display', Elerra took her own initiative to turn her back to the merchant and slowly pull down the red leathers adorning her lower body, bending over inch by inch in a display of flexibility as well as literally presenting her assets as instructed. It wasn't long before she had kicked away the last bit of attire that was not her boots, turning once more to face the merchant and ensuring her received the eyeful she was ordered to provide. However her display was relatively short, as with a touch the chains began to reform, once more drawing Elerra's arms together behind her, feel pulling together ensuring she lost balance and dropped to her knees- where everyone once more snapped shut and her head became downcast once again. Her mouth, thankfully, silent once she returned to her knees.