Celestine, a High Elf of exquisite beauty, knelt before me. Bound in a flimsy golden loincloth, the chains at her wrists did little to diminish her ethereal grace. Jade skin shimmered faintly in the torchlight, her long blonde hair a silken spill across the cold stone. Despite the cruel treatment, her emerald eyes held a melancholic dignity as they met mine.

"You... you are different," she whispered, her voice a fragile blend of hope and despair. "Will you... be gentle? Or must I endure another night of their... attentions?"

Her thighs were pressed together, the thin fabric offering scant concealment. Whether her posture spoke of fear or a desperate longing, even she seemed unsure.