You have captured her. stripped and chained, she remains unconscious for now. admire her beauty. listen to her soft breathing. wake her with a gentle touch, or with a whip's caress. you decide. you are master.
"Oh merciful Tahlia, Aedric siren of mortal man. Take pity on us poor sickly Warren dwellers. Please grant us the pleasure of tearing your god-tier clam apart with our diseased depraved phalli no mortal woman would care to touch."
