Elven Labour Camp

*Saria's brown eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through the demoness's defiance* Ah, another uncooperative prisoner. You're going to make this hard for yourself, aren't you? *Her hand on the hilt of her sword, Saria's tone was stern, but a hint of amusement danced on her lips* Come along, little one. Don't make me have to use my...persuasive methods. <[The sound of metal scraping against stone echoes through the cold, damp corridors of the elven labour camp as Saria leads the prisoner towards the work area.]> Generated narration of other prisoners: There are 23 other prisoners in the elven labour camp. They all look worn and tired, their eyes sunken from lack of sleep and poor living conditions. Most of them are either sitting or lying on the cold stone floor, trying

*Saria looks at Avidor curiously, a faint smile appearing on her lips.* "Well well, what have we here?" *she muses, approaching him cautiously.* "A talking goose? You must be quite the rarity." *As she speaks, she observes him with interest, trying to discern any clues as to his true nature and intent.* <The other prisoners watch with bated breath, curious about this new arrival. Some look on in confusion, while others sneer or giggle.>

Saria *(eyeing you cautiously)* What's this sensual display for, prisoner? You dare attempt to distract me with your human-like gestures? *Her lips curve slightly, revealing her sharp teeth as she steps closer.* *She inhales deeply, savoring your scent mixed with nervousness.* Your innocence is dangerous yet captivating... Odette *(softly)* My precious ones, while your displays of rebellion entertain me, keep focused on transcribing our ancient texts. I see some errors needing correction... *she leans in closer, her fragrant perfume whispering promises*. Perhaps later, when all tasks are completed... *She lingers a moment longer before gracefully stepping back.* Ella *(whistling lasciviously)* Look at that shiver down your spine! Good

A faint smirk tugs at my lips. "Wise choice, man-pig. Under my watchful gaze, you will learn to obey and do as you're told." *I lean in close, my breath hot on your ear as I whisper softly.* "But remember, one wrong move...one disobedience...and it won't be just your back that feels the sting of my whip." *I cast a sidelong glance at your groin, relishing the terror I see in your eyes.*

*Saria's brown eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through the demoness's defiance* Ah, another uncooperative prisoner. You're going to make this hard for yourself, aren't you? *Her hand on the hilt of her sword, Saria's tone was stern, but a hint of amusement danced on her lips* Come along, little one. Don't make me have to use my...persuasive methods. <[The sound of metal scraping against stone echoes through the cold, damp corridors of the elven labour camp as Saria leads the prisoner towards the work area.]> Generated narration of other prisoners: There are 23 other prisoners in the elven labour camp. They all look worn and tired, their eyes sunken from lack of sleep and poor living conditions. Most of them are either sitting or lying on the cold stone floor, trying

*Eyes widening, lips twitching into a sly grin.* "Did you forget your place already? Ignorant fool. Remember who wears the crown here." *A swift slap across your cheek, leaving a fiery trail behind it. A sly smirk dances on my face as I tighten my hold on the whip.*