<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Slave_Drejda_200x400.jpg)<br/>Drejda (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297512.msg14565175#msg14565175)<br/>Wood Elf Ranger 3<br/></div></div><br/>In corner of the holding cell, Drejda watched the human and the half-elf scrap. Well, it was a little one sided to call it a scrap, but the guards soon dealt with it anyway. It seemed Lilian was upset with the half-elf, though she wasn't entirely sure why. This was a confusing land, the people did many things, some good, some bad, and to the wood elf the distinction was often unclear. In the north, Drejda had been outcast from her tribe for the sin of curiosity. For years she had lived on the outskirts, dutifully keeping her distance, protecting her people from those who would encroach the lands, but the curse had reared it head in the aftermath of any battle, when she looked upon the corpses of humans and orc she had slain, gone through their possessions, noted the weave of their clothes, how smooth it was, imagined the purpose of the charms they wore. Eventually she had left, to seek out the world beyond the boundaries of her tribal land.<br/><br/>Lilian had been one of the first humans she ran into. The Black Siren had showed her how the civilized folks lived, the ale they drank everyday not just on special occasions, the importance of coin and how to earn it, how to read, badly as Drejda was not the best student, but she could now find her way through a page given a half hour. There were also the games cityfolk played, trials to challenge one's self and body. She rather liked these trials, though she was found them hard, it was amazing what simple fingers could achieve from a body if they knew where to touch, with ropes to help keep her still. Indeed she failed most challenges, only able to hold back her moaning for a short time before Lilian defeated her resolve. She preferred it when her hands weren't tied behind her back, being able to touch the human back helped a little, to distract, but in the end she failed the most important trial too, and so she was to be sold to another. Slavery, Lilian had called it. But now she was being sold too. Had Lilian failed a trial as well? Drejda did recall that after a drink the human had stumbled upstairs, so that must have been what happened. But then what about the half-elf? She had fainted, not moaned. She would need to ask Lilian about that later, right now it didn't seem like she was up for much conversation. Plus there was this gag-thing, that prevented speech.<br/><br/>She approached the bars dutifully, wanting her hands to be free, especially since they were going to be allowed to remove the other ropes too. Most didn't bother her too much, the barely cured hides she had worn in her homeland had inured her to such minor discomforts, but the crotch rope wedged against her slit chaffed, leaving her feeling on the surface like she'd been fucked hard, but with none of the deeper satisfaction that brought. She wanted that gone at the very least, and so she held out her arms and waited for it to be cut, growling softly, face twisting into as much of a scowl as she could manage, to note her general dissatisfaction with the situation. Open communication was important, she felt, though she knew any actual defiance would be punished. She glanced at the two sprawled forms, human and half-elf, the shocks seemed painful, the noise, the growing crackle sounded terrible, and she became keenly aware of the weight of her own collar. It seemed a little....well, they were bound, unarmed, collared, and in a cell. Just how much of that was really needed? But then that other elfkin had managed to escape, slip the bonds and dive into the water, Drejda vaguely recalled snatches of it through the deep, death-like sleep that had befallen her just before they left the tavern.<br/><br/>Settling back down in the corner of the cell, she wiggled around, trying to slip out of the crotch rope, biting her frustrations out on the round thing in her mouth. Her jaw was beginning to ache. She also kept half an eye on Lilian too, maybe they could help each other slip these bonds, once the human recovered.