Charlotte
Charlotte looks this way and that way, trying to find that space to be alone to wash, but it doesn't come easy. It seemed like the drow were secluded into various groups ranging from two to five. Spread out and not willing to be close to one another such that it was hard to be alone. In her pacing, she saw the queen talking with a
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. After speaking a moment, the drow looked upset, before seemingly looking for Charlotte immediately and homing in on her as she searched for a place to bathe. Before entering the bath, she removed her clothes proper, her build unusual for the drow, a bit thicker than most and possessing the stoutness that Charlotte should have had. But she was also shorter than most drow, possibly hinting at some far back rooted dwarven ancestry.
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You, dwarf." She declared, pointing a finger down at Charlotte. "
I have been assigned by the queen to be apart of your protection. But I do not wish to be with such a pathetic sore loser. Therefore, I will challenge you. If you defeat me, I will deem you unrequiring of my services. If I win, I will be forced to recognize your need of me. This way, I cannot be argued against. If you do not accept, I will assume you docile like a male and I will violate you like one." she declared flatly. "
I will give you time to prepare for our fight. I await you at the exit to this sacred home at this next twilight." she declared, before awaiting the dwarf's response with a disgusted stare.
Tia
In the background, the pair see Charlotte wander around trying to find a sacred space to be alone, but after finding none, a tall and well toned drow approaches her and begins talking.
Meanwhile, Tia's company on either side were quiet. They washed themselves, while almost always keeping eye contact on the mage. They moved as if with purpose, but never reaching out. They eyed her bright flesh, their manhoods showing. As Tia was almost clean, the one to her left spoke. A mature looking dark elf with fair face and long straight black hair. "
I wonder, do you too like the pathetic males of the drow?" she suddenly inquired to Tia. "
I saw you giving my slave a nod. Did you know he likes to write those who catch fancy with him little love letters?" she inquired, before snapping her fingers. The male she nodded at before came forth at her call, and presented forth some kind of drow wine and various cleaning utensils and supplies that smelled of lavender. He was a bit different than before. His hand looked hurt, like it had been crushed. "
Show her your little letter that you like trying to give to guests." She commanded, before, with a shaky hand and nervous glance, he presented a piece of parchment from a swollen hand to Tia. "
Open it." she commanded. With obvious fear in his motion and trembling hands, he opened the letter to hear as she could hear faint sounds of tears dripping from his face onto the floor as he showed her his letter that read: "HELP ME" in hurried scratches. The drow lets out a huff, before reaching out. The male cried in muffled terror as he forcibly kept still to allow her to grab his swollen hand and squeeze it, the faint sound of cracking heard as she did so. "
I don't know why you would give this creature a nod, but you clearly don't understand the worth of it. This insolent dog that I'm gracious enough to marry when no one else would. But I'd like you to keep one thing in mind. Don't mistake his insolence as an opportunity for any stupid ideas. And don't take this personally either. I merely wanted to teach him a lesson not to be a disobedient dog in front of you so perhaps he'll learn to obey proper. Now, a final word. Don't Ever Look At My Husband Again." she said with warning.