Inside the room, a Velmora woman sat on a rough stone bench, her wrists still bound by silver-threaded shackles, her gown little more than silk strips dyed in red. Even with grime streaked across her skin, there was no mistaking her origin. smooth features, soft white markings curling along her neck like flowers, and violet eyes, set in a gaze that refused to lower.
Most people won't recognize it but Taleth does, he know that marking. She had once belonged in the high halls, maybe a descendant of one. A noble of velmora kingdom in the past, but now nothing more than a slave.
The heavy metal door clanked open, and in swaggered a Nephirid gladiator. His name was Craze. He tossed his helmet aside and locked the door behind him.
"Finally after all this time," Craze growled, voice low and thick with lust. "You know I have taste almost all species, but you Velmora always out of my reach..."
The Velmora didn't move. She sat still, chained but upright.
