“You don’t want to talk, that’s fine. Several years prior the brawny man had not been a brothel owner, but a soldier in the employ of Duke Armand of Venrier. With her svelte frame, modest breasts, pointed ears, and long honey-blonde hair Breanna looked every bit the beautiful elven maiden she was. Satisfied, he set the bottle down on his desk and advanced towards the bed. As she pushed off for her third her balance deserted her completely. He noted with pleasure that she was shaved bare, like most female warriors he had seen before. These features did little to set her apart from the other girls in Jacques’s brothel, however, as they were all beautiful elven maidens as well. Elena would come herself with weapons to arm the captives and lead them out of the city. His first move was to bind Elena’s wrists together and anchor them to a purpose made iron loop on the sturdy headboard. She wasn’t even sure if he was aware how taboo, how shameful it was for an elven woman to allow herself to be taken in such a manner. With a clatter and a crash she bounced down more than a dozen stairs, the weapons she had been carrying scattering widely.
