As they entered the chamber, Lydia's heart dropped even further. The room was filled with dark elves, all engaged in various acts of domination and submission. Slaves were scattered throughout the room, some on their knees, others chained to the walls or in cages, and still others being taken by their masters.
Lydia's eyes widened in horror as she took it all in, her mind reeling from the sight before her.
Razir led her to a large stone pedestal in the centre of the room, where she was ordered to kneel on the cold stone. Lydia shivered, feeling the icy touch of the stone against her bare skin.
A dark elf with shiny white hair approached her, his eyes filled with hunger and lust. He ran his hand down her side, grazing her breast with his fingers. She shuddered at his touch, her body betraying her fears with goosebumps.
“Who is this beauty?” the elder asked Razir.
“This is my new ****, Lydia,” Razir answered. “I bring her for your approval, that I may keep her as my ****.”
“Very well, let’s see how she dances.”
Razir snapped his fingers, and Lydia rose to her feet, heart pounding in her chest as she tried her best to remember all the moves of the dance of desire.
Her body moved with fluid grace, her eyes locked onto the elder, never breaking contact as she danced. The music filled the air, a low and sensual melody that seemed to seep into her very soul. She ran her hands up and down the sides of her waist like she’d been shown.
The elder watched her, a small smile playing on his lips as he enjoyed the sight before him. He was not the only one who watched; the other dark elves in the room did the same, their eyes hungry and their desires aroused.
Lydia danced on, her body moving in a slow and elegant motion, her muscles tense with the effort of holding herself in such an exposed position. Her movements were precise, her steps measured, and her eyes never leaving the elder's gaze.
She rubbed her hands over her chest, then back to her waist, swaying her hips sensually, seeing the elders lick their lips in admiration of her.
Sweat glistened on her skin as she performed, her heart racing with the fear of what would come next. She knew that if she failed in this task, she’d be in for a far worse fate than belonging to Razir.
She rubbed her hands over her chest again, squeezing her breasts together.
Then she fell to her knees, leaning back, the tips of her hair touching the stone floor. Then she thrust her hips up and down in time with the drums, feeling utterly exposed as the elders eyed her exposed slit. She felt like such a whore, but she had ****.
Then she stood, approaching the nearest wall and bending forwards towards it with her palms touching it. She shook her ass side to side for her audience, looking over her shoulder as she swayed sensually, shaking her shiny blonde hair.
The elder's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving Lydia's body as she danced.
She continued to perform, her movements growing more and more daring, as if she had nothing left to lose. She ran her hands over her body, reaching between her legs, then pulling her fingers away and licking them suggestively.
The room fell silent, all eyes on Lydia as she danced. She was a vision of beauty and power, a **** by name, but not in spirit.
As the music reached its climax, Lydia dropped to her hands and knees, her body trembling slightly with exertion. She arched her back, lifting her ass high into the air, her eyes locked onto the elder's as she looked over her shoulder.
Finally, she turned then leaned back, placing her hands behind her head, spreading her legs and looking up at the elder for approval.
Time seemed to drag on forever as the elder stared at her, Razir stared down too. Lydia’s heart raced as she wondered what her fate would be.
