“Mercy, mercy!” (CHA DC 15)

“Please I surrender, please, don’t kill me, please!” She wails with a fast tempo as she fights the boot clamoring downwards.

The boot stops, “told you Urag, all these surface women are always begging to be rapemeat, we have our fun, let the crew pay us a bit, then we flip her onto the drow, they love these hill pigs as pets.”

At this she lost all compusre and began to stamp about and struggle from the grip. “I don’t want that, I just- please, please let me go!”

“You know Josekh, I can’t help but see the logic in your argument. But this one is fickle, I will inquire. Property, would you prefer to be raped by my tribe, tortured for our amusement, then sold to some vile species in the underdark where you may even be flesh warped or worked to death, or have me shove your head into this bear trap?