Greta gets lost in her own thoughts

Greta sat there quivering in terror as she stared at the tall, imposing, elegant dark elf woman possessively draping her arms around the king.

The two were apparently quibbling over royal etiquette and protocol, but Greta was too distracted to really focus on what they were saying.

The head maid had overheard many scary (and shamefully arousing) tales about the drow. They had mostly come from Lady Hilda, one of the king's knights, who had apparently taken it upon herself to study the frightful foes.

Supposedly the dark elves lived underground in gigantic cities, where they took weaker beings as pleasure slaves. It was said the drow would strip their foes, tie them up, and erotically tease them again and again, pushing them to the brink of ecstasy until they willfully agreed to be their pleasure ****, and sate their new dark elf lover's every decadent, depraved, and carnal desire.

Greta looked over the 20 drow warrior women standing at attention around their apparent queen, and shivered at the thought. Which one would take her? Would they fight over who got her as a prize? Clearly they would be more interested in her than Belinda. I mean, she was obviously smarter and more attractive than her voluptuous half-sister, who frankly, was too curvy as far as Greta was concerned...

They all looked so powerful and intimidating, decked out in their shiny silver armor, with scary swords dangling from their belts, and yet the beautiful silver jewelry dangling from their long ears and slender necks gave them an air of class and elegance to rival that of the finest noblewomen to attend Queen Belinda's court.

Greta's mind raced and her mouth grew dry at the thought of those powerful warriors fighting over who got to claim her, evidently unaware that she had more in common with her clueless sister than she realized.

Of course, if Greta had had her wits about her, she might have heard the growing roar behind her, or the growing looks of confusion and worry on the drow warriors.