Tia: Fine
Trauma: 41 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 9/9
AC: 15
Charlotte: Fine
Trauma: 47 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 13/13
AC: 16
Sarah: Fine
Trauma: 0 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 8/8
AC: 15
Charlotte
The male drow, despite being meek and submissive, showed resiliance against her slow teasing by looking like a peaceful monk as he sat down to await his next use. Nothing she seemed to do really phased him, showing a mind a lot stronger than she had thought him to possess. As if this servitude was a choice, one he made for his own reasons. However, another male drow passing through was clutching his hand and sobbing as he pathetically followed his mistress, showing far less of that resolute behavior.
Investigating a bit, Charlotte couldn't really determine the maker of the lair that the drow were using. She did easily see that it wasn't of dwarven design, but not much more than not noticing simple and identifiable resources. Then, she searched for drink and rest, finding both with ease. Seemed that as it got darker, the drow were getting ready to go outside and were already done with enjoying the pleasantries. There was a bar that Charlotte seemed able to enjoy for free. The alcohol had a surprising mixture available to her, though was mostly drow wine. She found hard ale and beverages that looked, smelled, and tasted like drinking literal acid. The Good Stuff.
After finding a room, Charlotte found it able to be locked with a dresser and bed for her to lay in. A slightly cozy bed made of animal fur stuffed with cotton. A strange fuzzy bed built upon wood of the kind that drow seemed to prefer. She'd find sleep and it would find her, with a well rest to follow.
[Charlotte has recovered.]
Everyone
Tia and Sarah would meet one another outside, seeking to be ready to depart. Tia would see that Sarah seemed to have a cloaked drow somewhat stuck to her though, and it was unclear whether or not Sarah tried using the shovel nearby to peel her off. Either way, Sarah seemed to have submitted to the hugging drow who offered a friendly wave to Tia. "Wow, it's dragon humper!" she called. "You're really amazing, handling Qayzor all on your own! Not even I could do that~ You're really good in bed. Mind giving me some tips? For no particular reason~" she cooed, snuggling Sarah a bit as she said that.
"Shut yer trap." said a dwarvish voice that sounded only slightly like Charlotte, but much deeper and forceful. From the cavern came the rather bulky drow that had some business with Charlotte before as Tia would recall. Sarah would just see an unusually thick drow, who seemed to have nothing more to add other than to rest her axe next to hear and fold her arms to lean against the cavern entrance in wait.
All this awaited Charlotte, who walked out to see the thick drow leaning against that rock. She turned her head and stood up, grabbing her axe and planting the hilt to the ground and standing tall with it. "You made yer decision? You gonna fight me with everything you got or are ya gonna stand by that foolish philosophy? For your sake and mine, I pray the former. I want an actual challenge."