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"Oh, so he has more. Lovely. Those two better not fuck this up." The sorceress sighed, setting out. Tia glanced around occasionally as she walked, not really showing any signs of shame despite being naked. Much like the drow queen, she was taking her sweet time moving forward, buying time for the other group. Eventually, however, they reached their destination. A large hall leading to an ornate door where a pair of guards waited. The two lizards dismissed the drow quite rudely, the girl noted, and yet she acted submissively. Man, that had to hurt her pride something fierce, deep down. Of course, she had her own complaints to make about them - or rather, the way they saw fit to manhandle her - but wisely, she decided not to voice them. There'd be plenty of time for proper retribution later. Still, being thrown into the room did prompt her to snarl a rather nasty curse in Draconian at the treatment.
Recovering from her stumble after being tossed in, Tia finally took a good look at the room. A place both for fucking - and the owner clearly had ideas about who ought to be in charge during funtimes - and planning war. Plenty of props useful for both, but aside of the table with a map and a fancy bed there was nothing else worth writing home about when it came to decor. Clearly the owner favored practicality over everything else. Speaking of the owner, the sorceress focused her attention on her host, noting to herself that at the very least his physique matched his status. Guess she wouldn't be able to poke fun at any inadequacies in that regard. His prowess would also make things difficult for her. Just as the drow advised, she'd have to stall.
"Wow. So little faith in my resilience, and asking about other girls right from get go. I'm hurt. I'm really, really hurt." Tia deadpanned, her usual snark coming to the fore even when using the language of dragons. "Name's Tia, in case you haven't checked before the kidnapping. And if you must know, master, the others were still out of it last time I checked. Whoever they are." She shrugged. "I mean, it's not like we've ever met. Speaking of manners, what's with the drow?" She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "I mean, seriously. The meatheads at the door I can understand, they don't look like someone you'd expect any sort of courtesy from, but she told me literally nothing." A big fat lie, spoken without even a single twitch in expression. "Sure, I might be a tad annoying, but still. The standards for help seem really low here."
The sorceress paused for a second to consider what else to say. Buy time, buy time... Perhaps she ought to get him talking? Should be possible as long as she worked off of her lie. "That being said... Might we speak seriously now?" Tia dropped her dry, snarky tone, her demeanour turning serious. "I just woke up a while ago, naked, in a cell, had nothing explained to me, then got manhandled and dragged here. Not much of a recruitment pitch." She shook her head. "You know, I don't entirely mind working for others, especially impressive people, but this is not how you get a girl on board. Can I at least ask the man who claims to be my master what the Hell is going on here? Cause seriously, if this is something good then I don't mind getting on board, but I'd like to know what I'm getting into." Another lie, considering she had no intentions of joining. But maybe if she got him to try talking her into being his bitch willingly, he'd put off screwing her brains out for just a little bit. "Nice abs, by the way."
[Deception (lying to Qayzor's face):
Recovering from her stumble after being tossed in, Tia finally took a good look at the room. A place both for fucking - and the owner clearly had ideas about who ought to be in charge during funtimes - and planning war. Plenty of props useful for both, but aside of the table with a map and a fancy bed there was nothing else worth writing home about when it came to decor. Clearly the owner favored practicality over everything else. Speaking of the owner, the sorceress focused her attention on her host, noting to herself that at the very least his physique matched his status. Guess she wouldn't be able to poke fun at any inadequacies in that regard. His prowess would also make things difficult for her. Just as the drow advised, she'd have to stall.
"Wow. So little faith in my resilience, and asking about other girls right from get go. I'm hurt. I'm really, really hurt." Tia deadpanned, her usual snark coming to the fore even when using the language of dragons. "Name's Tia, in case you haven't checked before the kidnapping. And if you must know, master, the others were still out of it last time I checked. Whoever they are." She shrugged. "I mean, it's not like we've ever met. Speaking of manners, what's with the drow?" She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "I mean, seriously. The meatheads at the door I can understand, they don't look like someone you'd expect any sort of courtesy from, but she told me literally nothing." A big fat lie, spoken without even a single twitch in expression. "Sure, I might be a tad annoying, but still. The standards for help seem really low here."
The sorceress paused for a second to consider what else to say. Buy time, buy time... Perhaps she ought to get him talking? Should be possible as long as she worked off of her lie. "That being said... Might we speak seriously now?" Tia dropped her dry, snarky tone, her demeanour turning serious. "I just woke up a while ago, naked, in a cell, had nothing explained to me, then got manhandled and dragged here. Not much of a recruitment pitch." She shook her head. "You know, I don't entirely mind working for others, especially impressive people, but this is not how you get a girl on board. Can I at least ask the man who claims to be my master what the Hell is going on here? Cause seriously, if this is something good then I don't mind getting on board, but I'd like to know what I'm getting into." Another lie, considering she had no intentions of joining. But maybe if she got him to try talking her into being his bitch willingly, he'd put off screwing her brains out for just a little bit. "Nice abs, by the way."
[Deception (lying to Qayzor's face):
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