The maid named Sehiris went away, and the maiden did not see her face, but judged by the sound of footsteps from the ground.

"What do you want me to see?" the girl looked away again, and now she seemed to relax as if she had temporarily staggered the time when the crisis was knocking on the door, but the feeling of emptiness that emanated from her body from time to time still interfered with her thoughts.

With the help of the dimness, the flush on the girl's face faded somewhat, and she breathed deeply, trying to make her body more natural.

But the sound of metal clashing between her hands and feet kept reminding her that freedom, these two words seemed very distant to her at the moment.

"Let you see what I want you to see, that's all. Mistress Rachel said casually, and the high-pitched and shrill tone of her voice, combined with the thick Suren accent, made the girl on the ground feel her hair tingle again.

However, the natural coercion from being a superior for a long time has made the girl more aware of the current situation.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

Thinking of this, the girl stopped talking, and waited quietly for the other to move next, after all, no matter what she thought in her heart.

The first step is to get out of this small, dark cavern.

She turned over, although the discomfort in her hands and feet was still the same, but the other party still gave her body a certain amount of room to stretch in a more humane way, but the cold metal with heavy weight, and occupied a certain amount of space, so that the girl couldn't help but adjust the posture of lying on her side to adapt to the human body's instinct to pursue comfort.

The guy who called herself Mistress Rachel shouldn't have made any moves, as there wasn't the slightest sound on the ground that bore his trademark.

The girl began to take a nap of her own waiting, but this time she did not waste much time, for the noise of the cordyard behind her followed, and ran into the girl's ears under the conduction of the ground.

There should be more than one person coming.,This is the only judgment of the girl.,If you insist on saying more feelings.,That's the majority of girls among the comers.。

This is because the sound of stepping on high heels, although light and polite, can also be considered in a sense - well-trained.

In the girl's memory, she was more impressed by the three lashes of the Mistress Rachel, who knew very little about these peculiar subterranean races.

If the maids beside him have such combat effectiveness and form a scale in terms of numbers, then once this group of women has the opportunity to run rampant on the ground, it will completely change the pattern of patriarchy on the mainland.

But because of this, the girl remembered a phenomenon, she thought: "When did your way of thinking get close to Mr.?"

Just when the girl was thinking wildly, she was suddenly startled by a sudden slap, and the initiator said in a reluctant tone: "Well, the buttocks are plump, very good." It's a pity that I can't enjoy you for the time being. ”

Then she stood up, her sharp stiletto heels pounding on the ground, and walked in the direction of her back to the girl.

"See you later, then, my little one. The girl hurriedly turned around, and in the depths of the torch illumination faintly saw the other's arms waving at random, and several women who were uniformly dressed and exaggerated and revealing in their clothes nodded at the same time, staggered away, and let the mistress go, while one of them held a folded stack of clothes in both hands.

"Aren't these women a little ashamed?" the girl compared to the overalls in the Sunset Hotel, and found that the girls were dressed in a revealing way.

Subconsciously, she remembered that the proprietress would not hesitate to accept the costumes of these maids and promote them seriously if it was up to her to choose again.

The maids stepped forward, and they surrounded the girl, with a slight unknown fragrance on their bodies, but all of them were strong and ambiguous.

In contrast, before the trip, the "orchid grass" smeared on the girl's body was nothing compared to it.

She thought to the dark-haired man, if she had the chance, it would be possible to use the same style on them next time. Be sure to take the opportunity to ask later.

Shaking her head, the maiden threw these unseemly thoughts behind her, and in front of her, the faces of the maidens were not tarnished by the darkness of their complexion. On the contrary, in this dark and oppressive space, under the light of the torches, their large areas of naked bodies exude a crystal clear color like pearls, all of which are as delicate and elegant as Rachel's mistress.

This may be a matter of taste, the girl secretly compares, as a beautiful woman will be more or less compared with the same sex, but in her heart regretfully find that in addition to her own proud upper circumference, there seems to be no more proud capital.

On the other hand, the average figure of the maids is more slender than that of human women, and this contrast makes up for the lack of height.

The maids unfastened the locks on the girl's feet, and the heavy sound of metal hitting the ground echoed through the caverns, making the girl wonder how vast the world existed in the depths where the light of the torch could not reach.

They pulled the girl up from the ground, and in the process, no one spoke. It took some time for the girl to get used to standing again, and she clung to the body of a maid, taking deep breaths to calm the beating heart in her chest.

This action gave the maidens the opportunity to observe each other from a very close distance, and the maids did not show the slightest dissatisfaction with the girl's behavior, on the contrary, the maiden only saw numbness in the expression of the other party, and on the sides of the other's bun, the delicate and narrow pointed ears took away the girl's attention.

Drow.

When they found that the maiden was able to regain control of her movements, the maidens turned and walked in the direction of the departure of the Rachel mistress in front of them, and since no one spoke, the maiden silently followed.

The attitude of these maids was as cold and indifferent as the obvious feature on their skin.

Similarly, there is not much nature of talking to each other in the girl's heart, but because of the clarity of the other party's identity, the girl doesn't know why she is in such a world.

The handmaidens in front of them did not seem to be walking very quickly, but the maiden staggered and still struggled to follow them, desperately hoping that she would be able to regain her normal mobility as soon as possible, for physical skills were the skill of the battle priests. The girl's gaze turned to the shackles that still existed in her hands, and she thought to herself in the darkness behind the maids.

The maid at the head of the queue lit the torches on the wall again, and the dark tunnel seemed to have no end, and the girl could no longer remember how many they had lit.

Bursts of pain came from the depths of the soles of her feet, which kept stimulating the girl's nerves, and she suddenly felt that this journey through the tunnel was not the other party's hospitality, but the first test of endless hell, which made the girl's mind unconsciously give birth to a little melancholy.

"When my husband is not around, the only thing I can rely on is myself. With a low breath, the girl endured the pain and insisted on walking, her heart was full of the evil smile of the black-haired man, I don't know if it was numbness or habit, but the pain that pierced the heart was quietly disappearing.

It is extremely normal for people who live on the ground for a long time to be uncomfortable with the long and narrow passages.

The design of the passage seems to only take into account the height of the drows, and the girl has to bend her waist in order to avoid the stone stalactites that protrude from the top from time to time, and the dim vision sometimes hinders her from discerning the direction she is going, so that the girl's gaze cannot be completely focused.

The small pools of water that flowed from the damp stalactites from time to time on the ground directly below them became another obstacle to the girl's movements.

The bare feet were already scarred by the lack of protection, and the cold pools of water, though not malicious in themselves, were stubbornly clinging to the ground and turning into a smooth carpet, making the girl's progress staggering from time to time due to the loss of friction.

"How much longer?" echoed the girl's voice in the tunnel, but everything was expected, and the maids continued to walk silently, and no one paid attention to the poor creature walking behind them. The girl didn't know if these guys were instinctive, or if someone had confessed.

She turned her neck from time to time, and the soft "crackling" sound came from the strained soft tissues, always bringing a little comfort after a short burst of pain. But her waist is not treated so well, after all, she does not have more space and time for extravagant activities.

"Either follow or die in this labyrinth. This was the only conversation of the Drow guide ahead, and to be honest, the girl didn't think it was a so-called conversation at all, but a warning to herself, because she made it very clear that she would not stop moving forward for her own subjective reasons.

I don't know how many corners I have experienced, how many torches have been lit, and the girl's consciousness has already turned into a chaotic chaos with the scars on the soles of her feet.

The maid, who was the guide, pressed her slender palm against the wall again, and the girl only raised her head, and secretly remembered the boring count in her heart.

"Is it 262 or 263, or more?" The girl, who couldn't remember the number, suddenly found that the maids in front of her had stopped, she looked in the direction of the jade hand on the wall, and with the other party's gentle pressing action, there was a slight tremor from the inside of the wall, and even the pain under the girl's feet was redeveloped and numb.

This is a hidden stone door, compared to walking in the depths, in the expectation, the short opening time of the stone door makes the girl feel that it is just as long.

She fixed her gaze on the edge of the stone's opening, and tried to resist the curiosity of looking inward—for the maids were there.

But the maidens stood apart against the wall on either side of the stone door, and the maiden continued to bend over, and at the signal of the maid, the maiden sighed, and she stepped out of her steps again, into the room that was still dark.