Looking at how the mage was shaking, she questioned the drow, "So, this is your plan? Does the shaking mean yes, then?"
Rather than answering his mistress, the drow lowered his voice and whispered into the mage's ear, "Do you agree to offer your body for my mistress's pleasure?"
"I agree, I'll do it! Please do whatever you like to me!" Shawn shouted. If there had not been a blade at his neck, then he would even have nodded at the question.
The drow grabbed the frail mage's wrists and pulled them up above his head before reporting to Nidia. "Mistress, he has given his consent."
"Oh, all right, then." Satisfied, Nidia walked over to the mage and undid the long row of buttons on his silk robe. With great effort, she then worked out how to pull apart his complicated clothes, untied the rop
